“Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels
that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid
scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never
known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth.
Here, at last, he finds rest.”
~W. Somerset Maugham
Tall grass prairie, fill my heart. Billowing clouds, hide me in your velvet shadows. Gentle breezes, play for me a thousand overtures. Voices from across the centuries, rise from the dust.
Great and mighty grasslands, feed this hungry heart. God of the ages, give me the strength to forsake all that is not worthy. Spirits of the universe, fill my mind with beautiful dreams and powerful visions. Infinite territory, forever hold me close.
Ancient lands, in the stillness of time, breathe life into my soul.
Nebraska’s grasslands, east of Verdel
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