Omaha

A shore is not a shore
Until you feel the waves
A bluff is no bluff at all
Until it sings of conquests.

A life never becomes a life
If it ignores grand designs
A silhouette is but a shadow
Of a glorious past, left behind.

A man is still a boy
And a boy, his mother's child
A mother is but a woman
A woman, her own ally.

A breeze is a storyteller,
A story of man and wild;
The breeze a little wilder
And man remains uncivilized.