My Heart My Home

When spring holds nothing back with its refreshing April rains,

The richness of the coal black earth brings forth a beautiful sight.

I watch the grasses wave across the prairie in the summer breeze.

I gaze across the rolling hills, perfection in the absence of intrusion,

Like an emerald green sea of billowing waves it rolls and rolls forever.

This is the breathtaking scene as you wander the country roads

Of a lovely mid-western farmland, lush and rich with the scent of new birth.

I long for an afternoon of slowly driving through the prairie lands

Of my home, the land that raised me and offered beauties to my soul.

The land that I ever long for. My heart. My home. My Nebraska.