These hills that reach to touch me
and encircle me with mirth
are the hills that I’ve called home,
since the moment of my birth.
I’ve sometimes thought of leaving
but then have changed my mind;
I’d never find an Ozarks
like the one I’d leave behind.
There’s no place like this
wherever I might roam;
no sky as blue as the one above
these hills that are my home.
These wild and wonderful Ozarks
so rich in country lore,
reach lovingly to hold me
forever at their door.
c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
Published in Ozarks Mountaineer