If I had time,
to sit and rhyme,
about the places I've been,
I'd stare and stare,
at a computer's glare,
wondering where to begin.
But though it is true,
that me, not you,
have had some wandering thoughts,
I'll say I have feared,
but now I revere,
those curious and quiet plots.
Cause there in Wahoo,
with sky such a blue,
was comforting to me with him,
I now know and show,
oh, where I would go,
had my sight stayed so dim.
So few, yet so same,
A true Nebraskan there I became.
Eyes opened to gain,
only a new frame - no sign of shame.
Women there,
stronger than here,
where I thought I was right.
No one held back,
all on a future track,
far from any gendered fight.
To see and live,
To take and give.
To respect and share
To know and compare.
To understand,
Give a hand,
and Take a stand -
even in the Prarie Land.
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