Morning In Kansas Poem by Walt Mason

There are lands beyond the ocean which are gray beneath their years,
where a hundred generations learned to sow and reap, and spin;
where the sons of Shem, and Japhet wet the furrow with their tears
and the noontide is departed, and the night is closing in.

Long ago the shadows lengthened in the lands across the sea,
and the dusk is now enshrouding regions nearer home, alas!
There are long deserted homesteads in this country of the free but
it's morning here in Kansas, and the dew is on the grass.


It is morning here in Kansas, and the breakfast bell is rung!
We are not yet fairly started on the work we mean to do;
we have all day before us, for the morning is but young,
and there's hope, in every zephyr, and 'the skies are bright and
blue.

It is morning here in Kansas, and the dew is on the sod;
as the builders of an empire it is ours to do our best;
with our minds at work in Kansas, and our faith and trust in God,
we shall not be counted idle when the sun sinks in the West