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 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 the well
Waking up to a cloudless Kansas sky
Meadowlark perched on a gray 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’m with you
I think I am in heaven