..you don’t know the sky, you can’t know the sky

..the bold prairie sky is clear, bright and blue, Though sometimes cloud messages give us a clue. Monstrous grey mushrooms can hint of a storm, Or painted pink feathers say goodbye to the warm. If you’re not from the prairie, You don’t know the sky. If you’re not from the prairie, You knot know what’s flat, You’ve never seen flat. When travellers pass through across our great plain, they all view our home, they all say the same: ‘It’s simple and flat!’ They’ve not learned to see the particular beauty that’s now part of me. If you’re not from the prairie, You don’t know what’s flat. If you’re not from the prairie,
You’ve not heard the grass, You’ve never heard grass. In strong summer winds, the grains and grass bend And sway to a dance that seems never to end. It whispers its secrets–they tell of this land And the rhythm of life played by nature’s own hand. If you’re not from the prairie, You’ve never heard grass.”

I’m off to Kansas for a long weekend of shooting-and quick back to  AmeriCorps service on Monday!

I’m hoping for safe travels and no rain for Saturday’s wedding!

Tags: Kansas

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