Wednesday, October 14, 2009
There's a land of quiet meadows
And of cornfields and of grain.
Where the wind sighs through tall grasses
And sweeps across the plains.
There are rolling hills, wide valleys,
There's old barns and country lanes.
There are cities, little hamlets,
Also rivers, creeks, and streams.
Where you'll find a friendly people
Who will great you with a smile.
They'll stop and make you welcome
And chat with you awhile.
Here the meadowlark serenades you
Thru out the summer day.
You'll find it west of the Missouri,
It's Nebraska, USA
Copyright 2009 Geraldine Kilgore