I am of the Midwest,
of endless lakes, farms,
and forests green.
Tall grassed meadows,
and fields of corn.
Leaves covered in dew,
and fields of wildflowers,
Built of sweat and toil,
in farms and factories.
Hot days and summer storms,
Cold nights and starry skies,
I feel it it the rocks and soil,
I am of of the Midwest,
and its roots go deep.
