Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”
Ten More Miles to Matfield This two-lane highway takes me into far-off hills of blue, Inside a dreamy landscape full of distant views.
I see the sparkling Cottonwoods by fields of fertile ground, While tallgrass prairie meets the sky on hilltops all around.
Stone walls line the highway and cattle graze the hills.
A long train in the valley rolls by on rails of steel.
On the hill in giant letters are stones laid out by hand.
The sign that spells our town name is made out of the land.
We got cowboys, cowgirls, truckers, chewers, artists, writers, thinkers, doers, And every single one just broke the mold.
But together we all know our little pot of gold Is to live here in this town that we call home.
Cattle drives in early days from pastures out afar Came right-through town to stockyard Pens to load on railroad cars.
Today we’re still a village, no traffic and no malls, But we know all of our neighbors, and we care for one and all.
I’ve got ten more miles to Matfield. I think I’m getting close.
The tallgrass prairie’s waving “Welcome home!”
Just ten more miles to Matfield Matfield Green my home, That village in the Flint Hills, the sweetest home I know.
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