Our Walks

Midnight moon and nights lonesome sound Sparkling stars and clouds surround Whispering meadow filled with flowers Whiling away many late night hours The Kansas plains roll like a stream Wheat fields wave like the ocean in a dream The crimson dawn of a fresh spring morning A storm raging in and tornado warnings Mountains that stretch to the heavens above Red birds calling and the wings of a dove A bale of hay standing near the road The view from the bluff with wetlands below Our walks together always made my heart sing But your smile to me was the most beautiful thing