Beautiful skies,

a trademark of a prairie morn.

Amazing how looking east 

feels like home and stability,

and looking west 

smells like adventure.

Rockies vs ranges,

future and past.

I dream of climbing to the top.

But my feet stay 

on the firm prairie soil.

The fear of height is in my blood,

grounded and steady, always.

I dream of flying high and away

but stay and make a stable home.

Dreams are daily and forever,

each chance a new adventure.

Every day possibility for change,

reinvent and renew.

Just like the sun’s rays

that light my way.