Kansas Tumbleweed

The Kansas Tumbleweed Dedicated to my dear friend Garry Pfauth The canvas of his mind carries; Like the wild prairie winds. Painting brushstrokes of memories; Like ancient unknown friends. Colors of his spirit; Carries him back to home. Art or visions created; From dreams that he was shown. Calling out to him; From a palette of solace. Tugging and pulling him back; To his mother's face. Innocence of childhood; A journey man's craft. He walks with a paintbrush; Along his life's path. The masterpiece of life; An unfinished work of art. To return to his peoples; And begin a new start. And as the sun sets; The mesa of his mind. Shifting him on feathered wings; To leave the city behind. By: Darlene Doll Smith