I'm Somewhere in Kentucky by Susan D. Harris I'm somewhere in Kentucky, with the dogwood all in bloom A tall man walks beside me, frontiersman, Daniel Boone. A sparkling river winds through the sycamores and pines And the muskrat runs beside it, with the beaver close behind. A cardinal sounds alarms, as a blue jay nears its nest, And the sparrows and the warbler watch, to see who is the best. Large gates rise up before us as we walk around the bend Fortress of security, it marks our journey's end. An Indian walks to meet us, with a look of friendly jest, Mingo wonders why it took so long for us to find our rest. Nature's whispers sink behind us, as human voices rise, I see busy, hearty people: very young to old and wise. An old man croaks a greeting as we walk through heavy doors He says he's "Cincinnatus", as he sweeps the wooden floors. I rest my gun beside me, as do Boone and Mingo, too, And soon we are "a-talkin", about all the things we'll do. It seems a peaceful picture, and I feel a comfort here, Perhaps I've finally found my home, and now my way seems clear. Yes, I'd like to stay for dinner, and some ale if it's tame, And I've heard Kentucky bass and perch, put all the rest to shame. Where'd I come from? Sure I'll tell you, but it isn't very near and I'm thinking of not going back, cuz I'm likin' it right here. 2009 sounds kind of strange, so I won't share that right now, You wouldn't like it there at all, it'd be strange to you somehow. So now if you'll excuse me, I'll find my way to bed. And the dreams of this frontier life, will whirl inside my head. I hope when I awaken, I'm still here with all of you Instead of where the world's gone mad, the world that I once I knew. So if anyone asks after me, and they say they want me back Say I'm somewhere in Kentucky, and I didn't leave a track. Susan D. Harris |
