Tomorrow, Flat Rambler will tuck herself into a brown box and fly back to Iowa:
I've been to the coulee
and Grand Coulee Dam
I've hovered over the big Dry Falls
Held gently with a steady hand
I danced in school to the Harlem Shake
And walked carefully in the coulee, avoiding snakes.
I've stood below the tallest trees
and viewed Mt Index, cold with a breeze
But after awhile, I missed Katelyn and the cattle on the ranch;
especially when I met Shane, world bull-riding champ.
So I'm headed home to Iowa State
Thanks for the journey, to my friend Kate.
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