I know how you feel, you're a sensitive soul.

                        I've been there myself--never having a goal.


                        Crying all night and sleeping all day,

                        Looking for someone without feet of clay.


                        Some one to guide me, encourage, support.

                        A true friend to whom I could always resort.


                        I cannot believe for I'm not made like that.

                        "To see for myself"--That's where it's at.


                        I know it sounds crazy, but life's very strange.

                        Its ultimate purpose is "Home on the Range".


                        And this is the reason I'm babbling like this.

                        I am sending you flowers with brotherly kiss.



                                    Home on the Range

                                    (American folk song)


                        "Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,

                        Where the deer and the antelope play;

                        Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

                        And the skys are not cloudy all day."


BACK to poetry               Continue Reading  Kurta