Poem Of A State. From A Friend I Like To Share This - Poem by steve ray
Nebraska, The Poem
Smack in the middle of our great nation
Is a state that requires some explanation.
To east and west coasters who'll come right out and ask ya
'Is there anything of interest in the State of Nebraska? '
It's true we don't have mountains all decked out in snow,
But we do have the world's biggest live chicken show.
We're the makers of Spam. We invented Kool-Aid,
And this is where the first Reuben sandwich was made.
Our insect, the Honeybee. our bird, the Meadowlark.
The strobe light, our creation, works best in the dark.
Governmentally speaking, we're a freak of nature.
Since we have the only one-house legislature.
On Arbor Day, when you plant a tree,
Remember that it started in Nebraska City.
We were once called a desert, but that name didn't take,
Since we have the country's largest underground lake.
We have the world's largest forest planted by hand,
And more miles of rivers than any state in the land.
The College World Series calls Omaha 'home, '
And yes, this is where the buffalo used to roam.
We were the first state in the nation to finish our Interstate section,
And the first to run two women in the gubernatorial election.
We invented 9-1-1 emergency communication,
And we're the number one producer of center pivot irrigation.
Our woolly mammoth fossil is the largest ever found,
And our monumental 'Carhenge' is certain to abound.
We have several museums that could be called odd,
Dedicated to Chevy's, fur trading, roller skates and sod.
In Blue Hill, Nebraska, no woman wearing a hat,
Can eat onions in public. Imagine that!
We built the largest porch swing and indoor rain forest,
And anyone who visits is sure to adore us.
So pack up the kiddies, the pets and the wife,
And see why Nebraska is called
'THE GOOD LIFE.'
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