My Kansas Home

On the eighth day of creation

God looked on this wondrous nation

And created Kansas for the world to see.

A place so full 'a beauty,

Honor, trust, and truth and duty.

A place pur't near Heav'n, seems to me.

The golden grain a wavin'

The meadowlark and raven,

The buffalo and cattle on the hills.

The ranges, rills and flat lands,

The "no where on the map" lands,

The golden sunflowers and the daffodils.

With Winter winds a blowin'

She is white with snow a glowin'.

In the Spring she wakes to flowers in full bloom.

In the Summer she'll alarm ya

With a twister that can harm ya.

But in Fall there's nothin' like the harvest moon!

The folks so kind and gentle;

Moms wavin' from the window,

A stranger there is rarely to be found.

A fellers' word is golden;

He means just what he told 'em,

With both feet planted squarely on the ground.

When troubles come a callin',

You just won't find 'em squallin'

But on their knees in prayer is where they'll be.

In the heartland they are nearer

To the One whom they old dearer

Than the difficulty 'round them that they see.

So when I'm near to dyin'

Don't anyone be cryin'.

Just lay me 'neath the Kansas soil, and then,

When coffin nails are driven

And I awake in Heaven

It'll be like home, 'cause I've already been.