I’m in the land of postcard sunsets
The midwestern kind with corn and tractors
It’s a quieter place that slows you down
Where a traffic jam is six cars, not thirty
I’m in the land of lawn care and mowing
A wave to stranger is simply a neighbor
You haven’t met, only seen
Where they might know your business
But they’re not in it
I’m in the land of summer fairs and tractor pulls
And I had to use the internet to understand
It’s about engines and drag, obviously
I’m in the land of gas prices and food from the field
Where sports is politics and religion
And help is friendly and offered before differences
I’m in the land of seeing stars and less congestion
It’s made me pause, until now—
The city mouse is the country mouse, displaced