For those of you who have driven highways in the western United States…..the long stretches of open prairie and wide skies and nary another car around, you might remember that there was usually a constant wind to contend with, and when you climb the hills or ‘rises’, that wind always seemed to be fiercest at that zenith point.
In fact, you had to assume that would be the case. And if you were pulling a camper of any size, approaching that ‘rise’ became problematic, at best.
Also, as you approached those ‘rises’, telltale evidence of a constant wind was usually the bent over prairie grasses and the battered and broken fences along the way.
Up On The Rise
Out where the highway….. rises toward the sky,
up where the howling winds blow,
you might see a hawk riding thermals way up high
out where the highway….. rises toward the sky.
Out here the hand of the wind is dry
and its strength commands the grass, lay low.
out where the highway….. rises toward the sky,
up where the howling winds blow.