The Most Beautiful Meadow
We had to hop the fence to see this Kansas property better.
Initially got cut up by sharp thorns, stickers and brambles
Fought our way past giant spider webs, wondering about snakes.
Oak trees surrounding the property encouraged us, so we kept going.
My legs were bleeding and I was in a terrible mood until suddenly
I was standing in the most beautiful meadow God could have imagined.
My husband and I were both silent looking at the fields of Queen Anne’s lace
Wild daisies, renegade iris and wild strawberries, peeked at us, and laughed.
I had never in my prettiest dreams imagined any land this beautiful in Kansas.
The air felt happier, there was a monarch, and tinier yellow butterflies.
My hopes soared to full optimism power, and my heart leapt a little
I turned to my husband. He was entranced. He said, “We have to buy this!”
That was twelve years ago. Best purchase ever. I chant and drum now.
I hug my trees. I am watched carefully by raccoon, fox, and deer.
I am one with nature, one with myself, and one with God.
This is what a beautiful landscape in Kansas has done for me.
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