Missin Missouri
While you're there, beneath the sun's warm glow,
Where green trees whisper secrets, and soft breezes flow,
By Bootleg Creek, where the waters gleam bright,
Purple and red Crowley Ridge agates catch the light.
With hands in the earth, you'll dig and pry,
Getting very dirty, with mud to the sky,
Each treasure you uncover, has a story to tell,
In the heart of the wild, where the rockhounds dwell.
Scattered by the river, pink and blue drusy shine,
Glimmers of beauty, nature's design,
Up on the hill, where the green jasper lies,
A hidden gem waiting, beneath the vast skies.
On Haunted Ridge, where the quartz crystals gleam,
You'll wander in wonder, lost in a dream,
And by the old dude's house, where the petrified wood,
Whispers of ages, in silence it stood.
The sunshine dances through leaves overhead,
As you sift through the soil, where the earth's stories spread,
Each find a reminder of nature's sweet care,
In this world of wonder, oh, I wish I were there.
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