How I long to walk again, along a country lane,
To hear the song of meadowlark, its glorious refrain,
To see the fields of golden wheat, as combines reap earth's yield,
To smell the wildflower's fragrant scent, amid the unplowed field.
Can we return from whence we came, to visit once again?
Memories of a childhood past, my thoughts of lost somewhen,
A moonlit walk on summer's eve, beneath God's firmament,
All I have to do is dream, the memories remain, then back to Kansas sent.
State Fair is approaching...
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-10-99).]