POEM: BEAUTIFUL OZARKS

In the foothills of the Ozarks, with their hollows rough and deep --

Where trees are tall and sturdy and valley walls are steep --

Where creeks are clear and flowing, and winds sing thru the pine --

Our troubles seem to vanish, we have a life sublime.

In these hollows in the hill lands,w e have peace that soothes the soul --

Our view is one of beauty, as we climb the highest knoll --

The birds are always happy as they sing their songs of live --

From the lively little bluebirds, to the lonesome mourning doves.

In our hills here in the Ozarks, we have air that's clean and pure --

We have foxes for the hounds to chase, and fish that strike the lure --

We have hawks that soar the cloudless sky, and whipperwill at night --

We have ponies for the kids to ride, and winds to sail their kites.

We have animals all around us, they live without a fear --

We hear the turkey gobble, we see the wary deer --

We see trees of every

color, during Autumn's curing test --

They nearly take our breath away, with scenes so picturesque --

Our nights are filled with brightness, a billion, billion stars --

We trace the path of Venus, search for planet Mars --

We try to catch the moonbeams, as they dance from place to place --

We mock the wise ole hoot owl, give lightning bugs a chance --

We hear people talk of Paradise, somewhere beyond the sky --

Just how we'll ever get there, most don't see eye to eye --

We think we may have found it, of this we're most sincere --

It fit's all right with the powers that be, we'd love to stay right here.

It's the closest thing to paradise, of this we have no doubt --

We surely know a little bit, of what we speak about --

We've seen beauty and despair, in lands beyond the sun --

Which makes us positively sure, our hills are number one.