I wrote this in 2007.
On the prairie
in the fields of wheat
and in the pastures of cows
my heart will roam.
The little girl will walk back to me
I will hold her hand
I will dry her tears
I will put her to bed so that I
shall rise to the sound of mourning doves
rise to the sound of my life sprung from
their lives in the Kansas prairie in the
haunting wind in the sweat and the toil in the
blood and the earth.
ad astra per aspera 