Saturday, July 09, 2005

'The Call of Kansas'

The Call of Kansas

Surfeited here with beauty, and the sensuous-sweet perfume,
Borne in from a thousand gardens and orchards of orange-bloom
Awed by the silent mountains; stunned by the breakers roar,__
The restless ocean pounding and tugging away at the shore,__
I lie on the warm sand beach and hear, above the crys of the sea,
The voice of the prairie calling,
Funny, I thought it was just indigestion.

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