Shipwrights & Sailors

So This Is Nebraska (excerpts from a Ted Kooser poem)

those dear old ladies, the loosening barns,

so this is Nebraska.

you feel like letting your tires go flat,

like letting the mice build a nest in your muffler,

like being no more than a truck in the weeds,

clucking with chickens or sticky with honey,

waiting for someone to wave to.

full poem at: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171336