What Is Illinois to Me
by Mya Watson-Blake
Tall corn fields and rows of wheat,
Round-abouts and jungles full of concrete.
Cows munching on prairies and meadows,
Country boys chewing dip with their fellows.
Towns as white as snow
Especially the further south you go.
What is Illinois to me?
My birthplace, my hometown
Born in a city that has no sound
But the train that’s no longer around.
Military families come and go,
Except for mine who stayed for the show.
And it was I who was forced to grow old here
When really I’m just too scared to disappear.
Though my heart longs to wander
I can’t help but wonder
If I can really roam
Away from this place I call home.