It Was on a Kansas Farm

It was on a Kansas farm 
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in sight 
just a blue and cloudless sky
and the smell of barley wafting from the mills

A rabbit scurried fast
and a meadowlark flew past
and I could hear the quiet ripple of a stream
As the sun set miles away
I had hoped to keep this day
as I likened this adventure to a dream

As I lie upon the grass
with no rush to hurry back
to the city with its bustle in the street
I closed my eyes awhile
and in classic country style
I held a blade of wheat between my teeth

The ‘nothingness’ was there
yet it displayed a certain air
and the splendor of the tall grass was pristine
It was on a Kansas farm
that I found this scene of charm
and my heart rejoiced in all that was serene.

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