Indiana Secret

Indiana Secret
You don’t know what I know
About the green in Indiana
Or the mansions deep inside
When silo castles come alive
Or the ecstasy of a quarry dive
No, you don’t know what I know
About Spring in Indiana
Or the soul who rolls the hay
How spackled hills conceal morels
Or the peony that can make it May
It’s a secret kept by women
Who tend to new-mown yards
By boys in barns
And wizened yarns
Told only then
By lying men
Who’ll keep you guessing
As the weather warms
You don’t know what I know
About things in Indiana
Or the monumental pride
That comes from creeks and river bends
Or when a stream becomes a slide
No, you don’t know what I know
About dreams in Indiana
Or the kid who wants to stay
Near a cavern song he’s heard all along
Or the things he’s found
That make his day
It’s a mighty simple riddle
Mystifying all who pass
But for those who know
Maybe one will show
In a wink
Or in a laugh
Or perhaps you’ll always wonder
As Indiana
Lives and breathes
And lasts and lasts and lasts c 2002 David Brunoehler

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