Lines Of RiverTo the mouth of river Kaw, Is the finest agricultural country That a Kansan ever saw. Great expansive fields of wheat, Alfalfa, corn and rye, The herbage God has painted green As green was more pleasing to There are other vales and rivers As fertile as the river Kaw, The Verdigris and Arkansas, Scenic Neosho, Elk and river I The silver Colorado blending With beautiful Rio Grande, Hold a sacred place in memory To the cowboys on the ranch. The big and little Caney And Walnut too is blest With fertile virgin soil, Oil and natural gas. To dear old Missouri river Forever we must be just For her early navigation To the sunset Golden West. The Blue river and the Solomon, Smoky and Saline, Are full of picturesqueness To the Western pioneers. The old-time dugout palace, And the sod house on the plain Are the emblem of successes Of those happy by-gone days. To our sister at the north, "Nebraska" And the great river Platte, To Daniel Freeman, first homesteader, We now take off our hat. Every line of river sparkles Beneath all the stars on our flag From the old state of Maine Down to New Orleans and the Gulf. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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