midwest

flying home to my roots 

back to the Midwest 

where I spent my childhood 

reconnecting with family 

with friends old and new 

reinforcing my core 

lifting my spirits my very essence 

during the day I drive past corn fields 

knee high with thick, straight rows 

I smell the fresh mown grass 

the lawns green and fresh 

a memory from long ago

 

in the evenings 

I see lightening bugs 

nonexistant in the southwest 

and when I leave 

I lock these treasures in my heart 

the memories in my soul

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.