On My Way To Oz
The round green hill tops of Kansas call to me...
There is a kind of insanity in the grasses this day-
As the plain winds gust with no particular destination...
The lakes become a broken grey-rippled with waves;
All of the insects hold on for dear life...
To the bending stems and new poppy blossoms...
Crickets and grasshoppers give way finally to vertigo;
The Kansas Sun is trying to peek out...
From behind a fluffy cumulus cloud---
A few raindrops begin to fall and a Rainbow is formed-
Arched-to the West...
Informing me that i am not that far away from OZ;
September 29,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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