Dream Of The Great Kansas Ocean

It was once said that Kansas has no port,
Further, when all the good wine is gone,
The port is left,
An easy way to remember starboard is right,
Right or wrong,
We are still landlocked here
With no appreciation of shark infested waters,
No colorful reefs,
We can’t even sing a good sea chantey,
Or tell tales of weeping sea-wives waiting
For the lost seaman’s return,
We must be content to sit here
Convincing ourselves that the wheatfields
Are oceans of golden waves,
That the shark’s teeth in Western Kansas
Are yesteryear’s real harvest,
When men once sailed,
And the harpoon line sang,
And the people of Kansas
Were glad when their ship came in.