I love these Ozark hills,
that lie amidst the rocks and hills.
The sunshine and rain, and harves of grain
and the call of the whipporwill,
The beautiful trees that sway with the breeze,
The neighbors are friendly and kind;
There's much to be had,
to make your heart glad;
and bring you peace of mind.
The beautiful rivers and lakes so blue,
and wildwood flowers of every hue;
You can fish and hunt to your heart's content
and relax at the close of day.
You can feel you have a wonderful life,
living the Ozark way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem