Song OF Liberty

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  1. pammor

    pammor Senior IL'ite

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    Across the vast wide prairie
    where tall grain meets the sun,
    wagon trains carried settlers
    on journeys first begun

    The wind was called Mariah
    as it sang its old sweet song,
    buffalo grazed, prairie dogs played,
    sod houses there belonged

    Sunburned faces worked the land
    to make large plats their own,
    with horse teams for the plowing,
    they cared no more to roam

    No fence lines then were present,
    all lands were open, free,
    and men could choose their labor
    out on the lone prairie

    The songs sang of their coming,
    and sometimes why they’d go,
    even at their gravesites,
    hymns sung sweet and low

    Cowboys herded cattle,
    farmers sowed the wheat,
    all men worked together
    insuring food to eat

    Prairie fires were to be feared
    as the wind whipped up a blaze,
    settlers scurried here and there
    to douse it tho’ half crazed

    Children grew up hardy
    and passed the time in play
    until they fit a saddle,
    their chores began that day

    For the song of prairie life
    was passed down thru’ the ages,
    each one pulled their weight in work,
    as seasons changed in stages

    Songs of hardships still are sung
    tho’ times have changed today,
    farmers barely can survive
    with government in the way

    The cattlemen raised fences
    God never meant to see,
    cutting off green pastures
    out on the vast prairie

    But the song will thus continue
    in generations to come,
    the wind will carry songs of old
    as distant combines hum

    For it’s the will of the people
    to sing their song so free,
    listen close and you shall hear
    Last edited: Nov 16, 2007

  2. Arunarc

    Arunarc Moderator Staff Member IL Hall of Fame

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    Nice wordings about the life of the people at the country side.
    Grazing the animals, growing crops which is not an easy job. where hard work is involved but still they love they life and enjoy and sing merrily.
    I always love to observe the villagers working.

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