Kansas

[Heather]

It is blowing a gale here today and I expect to be in Kansas by the end of the day. Was nice knowing you all.....

[Neville Briggs]

So now we know, your middle name is Dorothy.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Oh well you'll be able to join the Kansas Poets Group over there Heather - they have some pretty good writers

Sons and Daughters of Kansas
by Martha Adams Meek (C) Sept. 9, 2000

Kansas skies are smiling,
Fields nod with amber grain;
It's the golden days of harvest,
Now autumn's here again.

The rains of spring have come and gone,
They brought a blessing sweet;
For birds are singing, flowers bloom,
And calves run and leap.

The river rises with the flood
And flows on to the sea;
These all sing a song of love
That fills the heart of me.

The dear flint hills of Kansas
Are home sweet home to me;
There's no other place on God's green earth
That we would rather be.

For we are sons of Kansas,
We love beyond compare;
The streams and hills of Kansas,
And her daughters sweet and fair.

[Heather]

I did like those red shoes Neville!

Kansas sounds ok Maureen.