'From sea to shining sea' they sing
while I, midway between the edges
laced with waters' ebb and flow
know only miles of prairie. Grasses,
waved in wondrous motions too,
for miles and miles this mass of
golden meets the wilding winds.
I can not sink beneath its depth
nor see its shores - but oh, it carries
me, the same - away and back again.
It soothes my soul with what can be
and loses me in all that waits beyond.