All Welcome HomeI can hear the happy throng Singing "America I am coming" Back to the dearest spot on earth. I can see those ocean steamers All plumed in silvery sprays; I can see those angel mothers, A waiting for their son today. Every sound of the whistle Has an echo in the heart And brings fondest recollections Of the land that gave them birth. At the fireside now are waiting Wives and mothers and lovers true, A kind old father, too, is waiting Patiently, dear son, for you. A sister and a brother too Are standing where they stood The day you left the old home For the unknown battle front. You said, "Goodby, dear Mother, Some day I will return." I know you were in earnest And meant every word you said. Three cheers, for all the stars On our Old Glory flag, That represents the U. S. A. North, East, South and West. There are forty-eight that twinkle United all in a line, The Gold Star is Mother's Star And is number forty-nine. We welcome all our boys To their old home again. They are tried and true Americans Of the bravest type of men. We welcome the 35th Division And the divisions of all the state As greetings from Sunny Kansas, Oklahoma, and Missouri-- The giant Plainsmen Of the Middle West. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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