Prairie Limericks 2018

Thank you very much to everyone who took the time to write prairie limericks!  Including them all here would have created a monstrously long post, so I just chose some of my favorites.  I’d encourage everyone to go read the others in the comments section of my initial limerick post.  There are some very talented and creative writers following this blog!!  I’m very impressed and humbled.

Ah, the splendor and intricacy of the limerick…  the perfect vehicle with which to espouse the wonders of prairies.  Or to make fun of prairie ecologists.  Or both!  I hope you enjoy these spectacular examples of prairie limericks as much as I did.  If you didn’t have time to contribute this time around, save them – I’ll try to remember to do this again next year.  (Remind me if I forget!)

My prairie friend, Chris, is a meanie.
He hates trees from his toes to his beanie.
But trees have their place
in earth’s greater space
If you hate ‘em you’re just a weenie!

Sandy Benson


With bluestem so bushy and bold,
and Indian grass turning gold,
the prairie’s rich treasure
provides far more pleasure
than goods that are purchased or sold.

Linda Leinen

There’s this Helzer guy named Chris
known as The Prairie Ecologist.
He teaches us much
about prairies and such,
so his blogs should never be missed!

Chris Muldoon

I wish I had a prairie
With its own prairie fairy
She’d lay down free seeds
And magic the weeds
Making management so much less hairy

Inger Lamb

Those cows that are happily grazing,
Purport to do something amazing!
More carbon in soil,
And yet I recoil
When methane so loudly is blazing!

Jon Fisher

Whether grazing with bison or cattle,
One’s decision can cause a pitched battle.
But in prairies today,
Both grow fat on good hay,
And will rarely be felled by atlatl.

Karen de Boer

When grasses start whispering poems,
their stories at last will be known.
They gather together
through fair and rough weather —
the bluestem, the muhly, the brome.

Linda Leinen

Photo of the Week – November 29, 2018

A few weeks ago, my local newspaper published an article about me and my square meter photography project.  Unfortunately, the article managed (unintentionally, I think) to reduce the project to a dorky guy’s weird little photography obsession.  I don’t think anyone who read the piece got any feel for what I think are the more powerful stories and lessons from the endeavor.  The article even made me question (briefly) the value of the project because of the way it was framed.  I bounced back just fine, but I’ll admit it hurt a little.

Ironically, all my griping about that article precedes a collection of photos from earlier this week that plays right into the depiction of me as a big dork with a camera.  It’s been a hectic last several weeks as I’ve struggled to finish up numerous projects in between work trips.  On Wednesday afternoon this week, I needed a break in the worst way, so I dropped everything and headed out to our family prairie. 

The weather was in the upper 30’s and the previous week’s light snow was melting, leaving scattered patches of white across a golden brown landscape.  I was mostly there for therapy reasons, so I didn’t really care what I photographed as long as I photographed something.  As I started wandering, I noticed a couple flowering stems of sideoats grama (Bouteloua curtipendula) that had drooped over enough that their tops were stuck in the snow.  For some reason, the aesthetics of that little scene appealed to me and I spent most of the next hour and a half finding and photographing various examples of it. 

I am SUCH a dork. 

But I sure felt better afterward…  And I’m not ashamed – here are my favorites from that afternoon therapy session.