SOMEHOW

Western Kansas kind of gets you

You leave its paths behind;

Only to find you, somehow,

Can’t get it from your mind;

The shadows of the summer’s eve

The columns in the snow

Seem to keep calling, somehow,

No matter where you go.

Your steps seem to travel

The old familiar gait;

And like old friends the buildings

And the lowing cattle wait –

Almost before you know it

Your feet will take the track

And like a homesick pilgrim

You’ll come roaming back.

By Judge Herbert Rhoades, Omaha, Nebraska

CountyAttorney, GrantCounty, 1908-1913