Good morning everyone. Hope you’re upbeat about this new week? The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is YAMMER. M-W tells me that to yammer is to
1) utter repeated cries of distress or sorrow: Whimper
2) utter persistent complaints: Whine
3) talk persistently or volubly and often loudly: Grouse or kvetch
So I’ll yammer (2) about the prairie wind. This word is offered by fellow prairie girl, Sgeoil, and I know she will agree that our wind can be rather trying and drying at times. For all that, I love this land and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else on this earth.
Prairie Wind The wind, the wind always the wind lashing and thrashing the trees endless wind, a friendless wind wind that will yammer for days It dries you, fries you wants to despise you snatching your own breath away it pings you and zings you with knife points of grit and gray. It silts you, wilts you when you walk it tilts you, its howling can drive you insane and when you can’t stand any more gritty sand it hits you with driving rain. Winter season, more reason when your blood is freezin’ to abandon this country of woes cold is deep, snow banks heap and icy wind pierces your clothes.