The Great Plains

The Great Plains Vast expanse of land, Virginal, pure, and yet shaped by man’s hands, A rich and lustrous corn carpet, An open land with distant horizon Where man’s green fields and nature’s blue sky meet Cows and deer fearlessly frolic On man’s earth, bucolic With the long spidery electrical wires, The tall water sprinkler towers That the cornfield requires Lone truckers headed to distant cities, With microwaves, shoes, juice boxes, and other nitty-gritties Loaded with goods of everyday need, Unable to ignore this picture painted by man Cruising at a ginger speed In this isolation, man’s cares are forgotten, He abandons his city life rotten Incredible peace gently seeps, The deep, satisfying solitude For an eternity in his mind he keeps He will again roam the vast land with a new sense of freedom, Re-live his life as sacred Such are the magnanimous Great Plains of this wondrous land, Which bring tears to my eyes Dumbstruck, on this land of numerous possibilities I stand. _____________________________________________________________ Inspired by a cross-country Amtrak trip from New York City to Kingman, AZ