Kansas
Oh land of wheat
We'll sing
your anthems sweet
The prairie dogs
Antelope, deer
Buffalo and birds
are easy to hear
Wildflowers
Cottonwood trees
Sunflowers
And busy bees
The Great Plains
The rolling hills
Kansas sounds
A bird trills.
This poem doesn't even make sense. I was ten, I should have known better.
YOU ARE READING
Children's stories
RastgeleThis is a collection of stories written by me or my siblings when I was young. Don't ask what we were thinking. I have no idea. Some of them are unfinished.
