The Prairie In Kansas

On a prairie on the south side of Kansas

I stare at the blank canvas,

Paintbrush in hand

Ideas in mind

As I wonder.

Wonder about anything I can imagine.

My thoughts run wild,

My brush runs free

While I wonder if this work of art

Will ever make it out of this house

For long enough to inspire another small child.

Paint drips down the canvas,

I take a step back

Only to realize that while I was focused on my thoughts

I had drawn the life I had always dreamed of,

Before I walked down dirt road

All the way to this house

On a prairie on the south side of Kansas.