Along with the wild sunflowers blooming, I happened across sunflower field. It was a photographers heaven. Birds, butterflies, bees, you name it. I took so many pictures, but I can't bore you with them all, but I will be going back.
When the Sunflowers Bloom
I've been off on a journey; I jes' got home today; I traveled east, and' north, and south, an' every other way; I seen a heap of country, an' cities on the boom, But I want to be in Kansas when the Sun- Flowers Bloom
You may talk about yer lilies, yer vi'lets and yer roses, Yer asters, an yer jassymins, an' all the other posies; I'll allow they all air beauties an' full er sweet perfume, But there's none of them a patchin' to the Sun- Flowers Bloom
Oh, it's nice among the mount'ins, but I sorter felt shet in; 'T'ud be nice upon the seashore if it wasn't for the din; While the prairies air so quiet, an' there's allers lots of room, Oh, it's nicer still in Kansas when the Sun- Flowers Bloom
When all the sky above is jest ez blue ez blue kin be; An' the prairies air a wavin' like a yaller driftin' sea, Oh, it's there my soul goes sailing an' my heart is on the boom In the golden fields of Kansas when the Sun- Flowers Bloom __Albert Bigelow Paine