Description: Thoughts from the Heartland
I knew a special place just beyond the glen Where summer never ended and I would lead my men Just below the treetops, far beyond the fray A sturdy wooden warship, where my dreams would always stay
Sailing for adventure in the cottonwood leaves, Branches were my ladders on these open seas My wooden saber slashing, risking a certain death I fought till the foe was beaten or I was out of breath.
We’d capture a pirate’s treasure, that my mates would store away, Then sing a seaman’s shanty, till daylight turned to grey. When mother called time for supper, I would turn and say, We had set sail for adventure, tomorrow is another day.