Fluffy tufts of cottonwood trees
on gentle breezes flew
joins soft scent of prairie grass
wet with morning dew
add memory of meadowlark’s song
is when I dream of you
Kansas has been on my mind of late. It is where I grew up. I often long for those days long past. The simple beauty of the prairie tugs at my heartstrings. The strength of its people give me hope. However, my memories will always remain with me.
ad astra per aspera
To the stars with difficulty
I frequently participate in Monkey Man's Sunday 160 where the only rule is to write a short story or poem in 160 characters total. It is a fun challenge and really stretches the mind of a would be writer. To read other entries or to participate, please go to his site.
All images above came from Google Images.