KANSAS FLINT HILLS
Winters, dark and lonely.
Springs, burnt blacken grass.
Summers, lush and green.
Falls, rust and brass.
Horizons, miniature mountains.
Sunrise, Sunsets bold storm.
Lovely, Kansas Flint Hills.
Wondrous, yearly norm.
Aug 6th 2008
© Russett Stubbs
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