The epitome of Saskatchewan.

sitting alone
summer breeze rolling in
the chirps of those little green insects
watching the wheat sway to my breath

this is the last i'll see of it
partly for the better
but i know i'll miss it
it will always be a part of me

the grassy hills
the fields of yellow
the ever present blue
stretching for miles

Simple wording, but it paints a vivid picture. Thumbs up.

We've been reading a lot of poetry from Saskatchewan authors and I kind of wanted to take a swing at trying to describe this place.