Midwest
flying home to my roots
back to the Midwest
where I spent my childhood
reconnecting with family
and with friends
old and new
reinforcing my core
lifting my spirits
my very essence
during the day
I drive past corn fields
knee high with thick, straight rows
I smell the fresh mown grass
the lawns green and fresh
a memory from long ago
in the evenings
I see lightening bugs
nonexistant in the southwest
and when I leave
I lock these treasures in my heart
and the memories in my soul
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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