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Ahhh, Kansas: What Are Your Favorite Things About It?

The 4th of July makes me think a lot about things that I usually take for granted. I spend more time thinking about the men and women around the world who fight with their lives for what they believe in.

I think about small towns such as Greensburg and Chapman where people who are friends, neighbors, family, and strangers are struggling together to rebuild the beautiful place they called home.

I think about all the people who offer themselves to help people in distress where ever that might be. I also think about the beauty of Kansas.

I have always thought Kansas was beautiful with its vast differences which depends on what part of the state you happen to be in - or which season is passing through at the time.

July 4th is as good a day as any to talk about the natural beauty of Kansas. The following is a poem I wrote a year ago today. I am hoping it will help get you started remembering your favorite sights, scenes, smells, and childhood experiences, and that you will share some of what you like best about Kansas with other Kansans.

Kansas Girl

Kansas, you are my friend

You took me in when I was young

I came from Colorado

Your golden stems of waving wheat

Tumbleweeds rolling by my feet

Army ants marching in a single file

Morning doves cooing at the break of day

Albino owls mating in the light

Of a full moon Kansas night

Kansas, you haunt me with your

Beauty night and day

Rolling thunder across the high plateau

Sweet and cold, rust tainted water from your wells

Waking up to a cloudless Kansas sky

Meadowlark perched on a grey, splintered post

Ominous clouds roll across this land

All run to hide through the cellar door

Where jars fill to the brim with your bounty

All this and more make me want to stay

In this beautiful place that is God's country

Kansas, when I am with you

I think I am in heaven

Right about now I am lying on the trailer (on a farm two miles from Colorado and about thirty from Nebraska) behind my Grandfather's red tracker with my sister. We have small peanut butter cups laying beside us - they are melting in the sun as we try to tan. There is a hot breeze blowing, a horse fly so large that it could just about carry our peanut butter cups away, and the wheat is ripe and swaying in the breeze. The smell of chocolate, our sweat, and the wheat lingers in my memory clearly.

What do you have to share about the beauty of Kansas?

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