Give me the wide open spaces, where the white-
tailed deer and red foxes run,
And beavers build dams across sylvan streams
that catch the falling rays of sun.
Where the great blue heron wades in the marshes,
fishes, roosts and flies,
And the red-winged blackbird calls Con-ker-ee,
Con-ker-ee, into spring's fair skies. Give me the wide open spaces, where the sky-winds
blow, and the coyote wails,
And one can explore the pioneer and lakeshore trails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem