The kids in the backseat, murmurs of play,
a little bit of quiet from the long day.
It was then i realized that culture is the thread we tie
to the past to ensure a future, or so they say.
The morning clouds nearly evaporated
giving way to the sun of the midday
the soil that looked so fertile in the
soft light, under clouds of gray,
now seems hard and impenetrable.
This is where ancestors settled back in the day.
In the heartland, the heart of the prairie
we searched for the American way.
But we only found knick-knacks, baked goods,
touristy gifts and a false sense of fulfillment today.