My wife and I are both from the prairies. We don't live there anymore. We had a copy of this. The cat ate it, quite literally. We decided to replace it. It won't be the book we refer to the most, or spend the most time with. But it might end up being the last book in our collection, where ever we end up.
It looks like a children's book, but it's not. There's no story, no striking characters. Only poetry and art. And, our children aren't from the prairie, so they don't know, and will never know sky, horizon, dust in the wind or flat. Or, I suppose, me.
It made one of our 3 children sad. It made her sad to realize that her childhood wasn't like that, and neither will her children's. My childhood wasn't perfect, but I do know sky, horizon, thunderclouds, sunsets (and sunrises), creeks, and absolute dark; and silence but for subtle natural sounds.
It's a very nice and beautiful little book.