This nearly mystic land 'Kaintuck',
where red men once did roam,
with bison grazing tall bluegrass;
Here lies my heart, my home.
On eastward, toward the rising sun
where Appalachia lies,
Majestic, myriad mountains soar
to greet the crystal skies.
Just southward lie the azure lakes,
where tourists oft times go.
Nearby, the mighty Cumberland
Falls, with it's moonbow glow.
On westward lie the fertile plains;
Fields flush with wheat and corn
and caves abound, in this fair land,
where 'Honest Abe' was born.
My thanks to early pioneers,
your struggles set us free;
Though, settled here in bluegrass land,
those hills keep calling me.
Beautiful poem about your homeland. Gives us a whole new look Kentucky. Excellent!
I LOVE it! ! ! A taste of home for the mind and soul to rejoice in… There is no place on earth that can compare to home... and no place missed so much as for one born and bred Kentuckian... Touché, Sir!
A poem that'll create a longing in any heart. Just lovely. It couldn't be said any better. 10
Setting sail for ole Kaintuck! Wonderful! Loved every descriptive word. A wow poem!
Kentucky sounds wonderful like your poem Sir, the lakes, falls and hills so well described, home is where the heart is, Another fantastic write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem Joseph, love the imagery - sounds like a wonderful place to be.