oh beautiful

 

golden grain

against

spacious blue skies

 

dusty purple mountains

rising

above the trees

 

red clay rock

sand

shining seas

 

desert

forest

island and bay

 

His life shed for thee

to give His world

Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

indiana
illinois
iowa
nebraska
corn
soy beans
highways
paper maps
with lines
and creases
going the wrong way
there is no folding
no holding on
no one
truly belongs
on this chartered land
ripe with souls
going their own way

Heading west
With peach butter
To slather onto
Biscuits
Warm from
The oven
And your
Love
Prayers
Warming
My heart
Beating with
The rhythm
Of the Midwest
Roads
I think of you
Where you are