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.
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