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