An Arkansas Traveler

An Arkansas Traveler All our troubles we wanted to unravel Did travel on Arkansas road of gravel Would have to hear a humming sound Even though no other car was around. Were astound by site of countryside Forever there we both want to abide Hearing sounds of horses and a cow Where we wanted to live some how. Like Arkansas there is no other place People happy with smiles on each face Part of what God had planned for them In prayers every night they thank Him. Dream came true and we now know why Those in Arkansas live until they die, And so many cemeteries can be found Where birds sing with a sweet sound. Just ordered a grave stone for Jill's mother. They will not be able to install it until after six months or so. People are dying to get in and once they do they do not want to leave. My wife Jill and her whole side of the family were all born in the Batesville, Arkansas area. Jim Horn