The night was loaded with omens 

It was as mysterious as an evil child

In North Dakota

The grieving sky turned the little water to a dangerous metal 

The land tore viciously at my tires

In North Dakota

It was a wind strange to me 

Mysterious

Dry, Desolate, Dangerous

I paced restlessly

In North Dakota

And then the sun began to set

Goodland

I walked up the wind-warped path 

It was lovely beyond thought

The land was trapped in color

The light was a rich glow

Dazzled by the clarity of light

Goodland

Pure ecstatic comfort

The Night was like a battlement, clean-lined and straight

Goodland