Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”
This Was a Very Good Year
The rain is drifting from, the low hanging cloud. The streams are swelling up, healthy and loud. The cattle are lying on, their bed of deep green, The dust from their faces washed clean. This midsummer shower’s so, sweet that it feels like a dream.
The corn in the bottom, tassels deep dark and tall.The bean pods are filling up, fastest of all. Their leaves broad and dark, just to drink in the sun.And the rains still amazingly come. This fall when we harvest, the yields may be second to none.
The prairie grass seedheads, are shootin up high. They’re brushing my stirrups, as we ride on by. Their deep roots are growing, down solid and true. With wildflowers blooming anew. A calico blanket of green, purple, yellow, and blue.
And the hot July winds, have forgotten to blow. The grasshoppers all moved away. This sweet Kansas summer’s, more like a long spring. The night breezes blow cool and clear. And we all will remember, that this was a very good year.
