1973 Thank God for the country With bird and beast, Blue streams running With trout for a feast. Still waters do run deep And also this here country. Its' beauty is refreshing, Its' waters are still free. Skies remain painted blue, Dotted white with clouds. Trees wave shades of green. Grasses, tiny golden crowds. Cattle … Continue reading Thank God for the Country
The wind howled hard An' carried my father's voice. I did not want to listen Though I had no other choice. The winter blow comes bitter An' chills me to my bone. I hear my father's voice With his unmistakable tone. My horse paws the ground As the wind bites an' howls. I push him … Continue reading Chased Down
My friend commutes throughout a big city, Where drivin' an hour is considered a pity. He laughed when he found I lived two hours from town, And said the country is really quite pretty.