Zephrus crosses the plains of the prairie, gathering the sounds of life as it glides.
Catching the trill of the meadowlark’s warble declaring its home to all far and wide .
Plucking the cry of the hawk from the air and the song of the redbird on wing through the sky.
Moving the branches of sentinel evergreens guarding the graves of those who have died.
Passing through small towns dotting the prairie absorbing the stories where plain folk reside.
Flowing through lives with big city noises, under the stars of the big prairie sky.
Sometimes tangling in the brambles of roses, simple wild roses of the road side.
Leaving behind songs of the prairie, tangled dreams of folk fallen from zephyrs slow glide.
Butch
Catching the trill of the meadowlark’s warble declaring its home to all far and wide .
Plucking the cry of the hawk from the air and the song of the redbird on wing through the sky.
Moving the branches of sentinel evergreens guarding the graves of those who have died.
Passing through small towns dotting the prairie absorbing the stories where plain folk reside.
Flowing through lives with big city noises, under the stars of the big prairie sky.
Sometimes tangling in the brambles of roses, simple wild roses of the road side.
Leaving behind songs of the prairie, tangled dreams of folk fallen from zephyrs slow glide.
Butch
Last Update 11/20/2008
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Welcome to the website of Butch and Lucy Krause of Roses On The Prairie.
We don’t grow roses. We perform award winning original and traditional music, as well as
Celtic and contemporary music. Come on in for a visit and a listen!
We don’t grow roses. We perform award winning original and traditional music, as well as
Celtic and contemporary music. Come on in for a visit and a listen!
