Kansas Summer Wind

Photo by Kurt James

Growing up is never easy, most of the time we fumble through childhood without any direction. Some of us are lucky enough to have a magical place to go to free us from the fears of childhood. Mine happened to be in the wind swept – heartland of America in Western Kansas. Grandpa and Grandma’s farm without a doubt was the best memories of being a youngster when up until I was 13 years old and I would spend my summers there. The funny thing is – you never realize it while you are living those moments. It only really sinks in after you become an adult. I wrote this poem – in my later years when I was  traveling through Kansas – and not to Kansas. It was during the wheat harvest and my window was down and the smell of Kansas reminded me of what was. Those days on the farm were truly my wonder years of my youth.

“Kansas Summer Wind”
The Kansas summer wind steadily blowing in from the north,
Smell of wheat, heat, moisture, and memories – all of it comes forth.

So many reminiscences to try and remember – so many years,
On the Kansas summer wind – youthful recollections reappear.

Defending our tree house, childhood wars – won and lost,
Countless dirt clods, pretend hand grenades were tossed.

Grandpas, Grandma’s, Cousin’s, Uncle’s, and Aunt’s,
All parts of the magical summer for this tyke in short pants.

4th of July, Grandma’s chicken – fireworks at the Lane County fair,
All of this, wonderful recalls have brought forth riding the wind – the air

Young days when fireflies sparked the night and watermelon’s had seeds,
Summers on Grandpa and Grandma’s farm meet this little boy needs.

Countless years later traveling through the Kansas, western plains,
The summer wind, smell of Kansas, all the love – in my mind still remain.

The Kansas summer wind steadily blowing in from the north,
Smell of wheat, heat, moisture, and memories – all of it comes forth.
By Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s family roots were from western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years, Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographers through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado featured his poetry. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 16 books all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand, Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry, are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt has 3 books that he is currently writing. The 8th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Raphael Eye for an Eye. His third ghost town reference book, Kansas Ghost Towns, Hauntings, Treasure Tales, and Other BS. And a western/horror novel - Devil’s Tower Spirit of Chiha Tanka. Kurt is a proud member of Western Writers of America.

8 thoughts on “Kansas Summer Wind

  • October 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM

    How well I remember the sounds and smells on a farm. The smell of wheat wafting on the breeze is never forgotten. Great piece with that wonderful nostalgic feeling. Well done, Kurt.

    • October 4, 2017 at 2:59 PM

      Yes it is the smells that sometimes bring the most pleasant memories .. Thanks for stopping by Phyllis

  • October 4, 2017 at 10:04 PM

    Wonderful memories Kurt, those that stay with us vibrantly for life. A heartwarming write of those unforgettable childhood summers. Cheers!

    • October 5, 2017 at 2:53 AM

      Thanks Tony… yes, those years were truly my wonder years..

  • November 11, 2017 at 8:44 PM

    I grew up in Wyoming but would often go to Kansas to spend time with my grandparents. This poem reminded me of those times. I still remember the wheat, spitting watermelon seeds, and summer fun. Beautifully written!

    • November 12, 2017 at 5:55 PM

      Thank you for stopping by Tammy and glad you enjoyed the piece.

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