Each spring I bring a string of Tibetan prayer flags to Tuscarora. At winter’s end, they are faded and frayed, which tells you something about the power of wind. I wish my hopes could ride the wind skyward. Although I know the custom makes no sense, If I did believe, this would be my plea: Don’t turn my deepest needs to tumbleweeds blown nowhere but against a barbed wire fence. |
AuthorNancy Harris McLelland taught creative writing, composition, and literature for over twenty years and Conducted writing workshops for the Western Folklife Center, Great Basin College , and the Great Basin Writing Project . An Elko County native with a background in ranching. McLelland has presented her "Poems from Tuscarora" Both at daytime and evening events at the Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko. Her essay, "Border Lands: Cowboy Poetry and the Literary Canon" is in the anthology Cowboy Poetry Matters . Categories |