Annual meetings of the winds
convene in Kansas every spring.
Winds hurtle down from the Dakotas,
Some say "All the way from Canada!"
'Cross Texas, the ol' south wind
throws a hot humid blast - for days.
Some say "All the way from the Gulf!"
Nebraska and Oklahoma -- no buffers
for such winds. On and on they run --
as if seeking each other, as if
to test each other's strengths and lust.
They finally meet -- over winter wheat,
in rain, hail and black twisting clouds.
Some say "All Hell breaks loose!"
And so it does. But, after all,
it is -- an annual meeting.