Sunday, March 20, 2011

Kay Clark: "A poem about home" on 3-12-11

I couldn’t wait to leave my home
In Kansas, where tornadoes and other
Strong winds sweep the vast
Empty plains even emptier.

The whole country of Germany is the same
Square-mile wise as Kansas is
Except instead of space they have moss
Covered bridges around every country curve.

Some Kansans I know would object
That miles full of nothing but flat
Rolling dirt provides residents with little
Save the strong urge to escape and search the
World for safer and pleasanter abodes.

This Midwest refugee roamed around for
Twenty years seeking water, grass, trees,
Hills if not Mountains, and a happier place where
People grant wider worlds for living.

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