Miles of wheat fields before me,

To the left and to the right.

Nothing else can I see

As I slowly move through the night.

Driving along I hum an old song

Waiting, watching for my destination.

I am always wondering what has gone wrong

In this life of such contestation.

01/22/2004

Author's Note: I was driving through Shawnee, Kansas a few years ago.....

Posted on 01/05/2008
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