Let's keep the gift of the Flint Hills alive
Money will not purchase balm for our eyes or salve for the spirit: a place of beauty provides these. The Flint Hills provides.
May 26, 2004
by Dru Clark, Contributing Writer
in Manhattan Mercury (KS)
Places we live in and grow to love need our attention, but they are indifferent and suffer at our hand like resigned prisoners of war. They show no emotion, only the scars that gross indifference and arrogance inflict. They can't bare their teeth or run away. They simply are, and exist either due to our benign neglect or the utmost care. The Flint Hills is such a place. And this is where we make our home.
In fall and winter, the hills resemble a tossed cape of cougar pelt, tawny and velvet, the dormant grasses grazed to the nub by the... [continue via Web link]