Blue Skies of Dakota
I cannot write of white sandy beaches
For I am an inland raised girl
Who lived under the blue sky of Dakota.
I guess I’ll give “the sky” a whirl.
If I had lived by one of the oceans
Then I would have written of it.
But I choose to honor bright skies of blue,
Getting bluer the longer I sit.
We had greyest of cold skies in winter.
Sometimes they were white, full of snow.
But endless expanse of blue summer skies
Put on a magnificent show.
Without blanket of smog to pollute it
The sky was a clear, azure blue,
It was just right for summertime dreaming,
To recall in winter time too.
It’s been many years since as a youngster
I dreamed under vivid blue sky.
Until gazing brought on a hunger for
A slice of Mom’s blue-berry pie.
When I am tired of smoke-yellowed heavens,
And I long for skies I once knew,
I pack up my tent to go back where I spent
My youth under bluest of blue.
Written for contest "Blue on blue on blue." My subject "The Sky" Won no. 2
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