The Kansas wind don't blow gentle,
      Very much;
Mostly, it's of hurricane force -
      A giant's touch.
But when it lays and gently kisses
      Meadow's dew;
 Is when the hills and flowers,
      Receive their cue -
To bloom and make the prairie open
      Wide it's arms;
To color, riotous 'n beautiful,
      Nature's charms
But, when winter's nigh, and gales from o'er
      The Rockies pour,
It's time to get out our longjohns and
      Don them once more!!

by Donna Penley

Copyright © Donna Penley
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