Our Walks
Midnight moon and nights lonesome sound
Sparkling stars and clouds surround
Whispering meadow filled with flowers
Whiling away many late night hours
The Kansas plains roll like a stream
Wheat fields wave like the ocean in a dream
The crimson dawn of a fresh spring morning
A storm raging in and tornado warnings
Mountains that stretch to the heavens above
Red birds calling and the wings of a dove
A bale of hay standing near the road
The view from the bluff with wetlands below
Our walks together always made my heart sing
But your smile to me was the most beautiful thing
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