Longing to be Home

By Robert Henssler

Road is long

Dust devils blowing along the way

The center line does not change the path 

Angels reigning across this endless plain 

Kansas to the panhandles 

Silos 

the only high 

Towns of crumbling walls

All 

not wanting to die

Earth bleached rises

Behind multi ganged plows

As John Deere races along

Following some plotted course

Stewards of the land

Thinking 

giving the gods a hand

Planting endlessly 

seeds 

Could just as well be sand

Never mind

nature’s will 

Never mind 

Eon’s life 

Never mind 

Bison trailed 

Hither and yon

Taking 

Giving

Body and soul