Tag Archives: Pansy Wilson

Hot cup of coffee, cool mornin’ air,   what little we got we’re willin’ to share. The cattle are fat, the wheat’s turnin’ gold,   the sun on the mountain’s a sight to behold. Root cellar’s full of the things that we canned,   lucky we found this good bottom land. The Meadowlark sings onContinue reading “Homestead”