Five New Poems, Part Two

THE BALLAD OF THE EARTH O blessed earth, that carries me To conquer all my days You lift me up, and set me right In thy peculiar ways The sky above befits thy sight The sun, thy welcome rays The moon befits the prairie light A cowboy's night displays The stars were made to light the way When sunlight fades and falls To shine again the coming day When mother nature calls The rivers and the tiny streams Are mother nature’s blood They feed the land with hopes and dreams To rise above the mud Thy mountains call, the weary heart The soul that needs to rest Thy fountains are the spring of life That suckle by the breast Thy islands are the family jewels That beautify the earth They rise to catch the misty morn To match their timeless worth O earth, the mother of our souls The keeper of our strength The sure foundation of the rock That guides our measured length The sacred life, that here abides To share the fate of man Is boundless in the grand display Of glory in the plan.