Flint Hills Rhapsody
New to the state Driving out and about Down the Interstate and north to ManhattanThe view of Emerald (yes Emerald) GreenWashes up like a cascading wave from the WestAnd the valley draws one into itAs if it were a mystic mystery filled with mistEnjoining you to comeTo see and believe that Kansas is not flat. Flat as a pancake we are toldBut hotcakes and flapjacksAnd griddle cakes are not always flatCovered with bubbly pits...
