I'm a Kansas Boy, born in the land of the People of the South Wind. I'm a Prairie Faerie, from the home where the Buffalo Roam, and the Deer and the Antelope Play (yes it is the state song). Like Dorothy, I know what a tornado looks like. (If you crack an Oz joke, I'll drop a house on you!)
And cliché as it may sound, my favourite flower is the sunflower. Big, tall, strong, yummy, and cheerfully yellow tastefully surrounding a large brown centre. I have fond memories as a child being down below the wild sunflowers which towered over me then. (Even now, at my adult height of 2m, I am still shorter than some Kansas Sunflowers).
Kansas is the Sunflower State. And though I no longer live in the land of my birth -- and have no intention of returning -- I still love the Kansas Sunflowers.
And now they may be going away.
*sigh*
And cliché as it may sound, my favourite flower is the sunflower. Big, tall, strong, yummy, and cheerfully yellow tastefully surrounding a large brown centre. I have fond memories as a child being down below the wild sunflowers which towered over me then. (Even now, at my adult height of 2m, I am still shorter than some Kansas Sunflowers).
Kansas is the Sunflower State. And though I no longer live in the land of my birth -- and have no intention of returning -- I still love the Kansas Sunflowers.
And now they may be going away.
*sigh*
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But I'm still sad about the Kansas sunflowers. It's like losing a piece of my identity to climate change.
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