Kansas dust and Kansas drab and dull <br />Left me rusty and kept me a girl- <br />So little air of loving, and of love less, <br />No gladness in my heart whirled. <br />And Auntie Em forever protesting: <br /> “There’s no place like home.” <br /> <br />A burnt-black whirlwind shuddered through <br />And blew me out of the world I knew, <br />My young heart straining like a sail; <br />I was so glad to move, I flew; <br />I skipped down the swirled yellow bricks like a gale: <br /> “Here’s no place like home.” <br /> <br />Flapping terror came and melting terror went, <br />New friends proved true in terror’s despite; <br />The world’s emerald ball rolls beneath my slippers.... <br />But I no more am glad. <br />I miss my Kansas; I click, and must confess: <br /> “There’s no place like home.” <br /> <br />gregglory.com <br />Gregg Glory<br /><br />Gregg G Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ruby-slippers/
