I love literature music and people. Please enjoy this poem I wrote.
The Plains
I can't explain in words per se
the splendor of these plains
the winds blow gently from the west
announcing future rains.
In these tranquil fields,
once said to be a desert,
my mind shows me with clarity
its beauties still unmeasured
Many say it's merely flat
too bad they'll never know,
hills of flint and grasses bent
that touched me long ago
Its ancient shoots and gnarly roots
were gathered by the Indians
who proudly lived, loved, and shared
a memory that dims
Boiling storms breathe angrily
launching lightning from above
when I go they'll rest me here
beneath the plains I love
Here I am practicing Chen Tai Chi Chuan.