New to the state Driving out and about Down the Interstate and north to ManhattanThe view of Emerald (yes Emerald) GreenWashes up like a cascading wave from the WestAnd the valley draws one into itAs if it were a mystic mystery filled with mistEnjoining you to comeTo see and believe that Kansas is not flat. Flat as a pancake we are toldBut hotcakes and flapjacksAnd griddle cakes are not always flatCovered with bubbly pits...
The droning sound of my alarm clock shattered the peacefulness of my dreams, and I groggily hit the off button and then proceeded to stretch, stifling a yawn. The dim glow of the alarm clock read 6:00AM, and the sun had yet to rise. There was a lovely pink that colored the sky from my open bedroom window and a small draft of air carried my white curtains from their rest at the frame. It was 6:15AM before I managed to roll...
