It is midsummer now When even the greens turn Hot Shiny shimmery intense green Cornfield Passing warm whispers Field to field..
To truly understand the Flint Hills, they must be experienced in every season--not just the eye-numb...
not even eternities are made to last when you\u27re nineteen and the first moist-grass day of spring...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
Small buds drip green dew That soft winds lay down; Rain touches gently the earth And I see spring..
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Fondle the blue tapestries of the sky embroidered with crimson at sunrise, Embrace the undulating gr...
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
when dawn came do you remember how happy rainfall seemed days have gone by since our meeting when to...
Have I ever seen so beautiful a sight As Butler in the autumn of the year! Today The browns and reds...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Not two months ago, In the scarce season when man has most, My neighbor followed bird-tracks in the ...
To truly understand the Flint Hills, they must be experienced in every season--not just the eye-numb...
not even eternities are made to last when you\u27re nineteen and the first moist-grass day of spring...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
Small buds drip green dew That soft winds lay down; Rain touches gently the earth And I see spring..
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Fondle the blue tapestries of the sky embroidered with crimson at sunrise, Embrace the undulating gr...
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
when dawn came do you remember how happy rainfall seemed days have gone by since our meeting when to...
Have I ever seen so beautiful a sight As Butler in the autumn of the year! Today The browns and reds...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Not two months ago, In the scarce season when man has most, My neighbor followed bird-tracks in the ...
To truly understand the Flint Hills, they must be experienced in every season--not just the eye-numb...
not even eternities are made to last when you\u27re nineteen and the first moist-grass day of spring...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
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