Far From Home

possibly one of my best poems ever.

Pale blue Kansas skies
Strands of cornsilk glint golden-red in the sun.
Small flecks of red-brown dot the land,
with the occasional hill or valley.
The wind often blows
the thunder peals of laughter across the plains.
The mood of Kansas weather is mutable
and is seldom terrible for long.

I miss those gorgeous Kansas skies,
I miss the flowing wheat, the silks of corn,
the freckles of the land.
What I would give to touch the firm Kansas ground,
to lay upon a hill!
And no matter what else England has,
It lacks the thunder
And the beaming Sun
Of my beloved Kansas.

Author's Note

do you know what its about?

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Although it says it's about a place, I, for some reason, have the feeling it's about a person whom you miss dearly. I really liked this, it was very descriptive.
I notice that the first stanza the description is much more exact than the second stanza.
Flecks in the dirt turn to freckles and such. This is one of the reasons I thought it may be about a person.
Alright well send me a message and tell me if I was right. :)

-Elissa

[The Purple Kazoo]

whatever it's about, it's a great poem. thanks for entering the contest!

[LethalDoseOfReality]

I like this,very nastalgic,I can really imagine it.It must be a beautiful place.