I never thought
about the flowers
Because the cows eat
grass.
I never bothered 'bout
the hours
Except to let 'em pass.
I never thought about
the wind
Except to let it blow.
I never took no stock
in town.
'Twas just a place to
go.
But now I see some flowers
are blue,
The color of your eyes.
And lots of things I
never knew
Is causin' some surprise.
The wind comes whisperin'
'cross the plain
and sort of sings your
name
And when I'm out on night
hawk now,
I kind of hums the same.
Spring - that only meant
frest feed
and water for the herds.
Just what the country
seemed to need
Was all that once occured.
But now I know It's something
else
So when my work is through
I'm goin' to heat a brandin'
iron
And hand it on to you.
Alymer, N. Dakota 1934
Garrold E. Strong |
