[JustAmy]

Prairie Born Child

When people wander far from home,
From the land that gave them birth
Their homesick hearts turn often back
To their own wee bit of earth.

Mountain-folk yearn for peaks and crags,
While the sailor pines for the sea
But I was born on the level land,
And the prairie calls to me.

Majestic heights inspire with awe
And the sea has a lure of its own,
But the prairie never calls in vain,
To her child who wanders alone.

The sunlight floods the lofty range,
And the moonlight gleams on the deep;
But the stars themselves come down and sing,
The prairie-born child to sleep.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Printed in Prairie Panorama in 1938


Laressa Cox McBurney was my grandmother's half-sister.

[MEG33]

Good late morning.Lovely poem and of course I love the bluebonnets!

[Alamo-Girl]

Sigh ... That one really hit home. I'm a Texan in Illinois and often homesick. Thank you!!!

[JustAmy]

Hurry back, Bro.
We all miss you!
((((( Louie )))))

[SpookBrat]

I love that sweet poem. Makes me homesick and it's so true.

"But the stars themselves come down and sing,
The prairie-born child to sleep".

I miss the stars.

[MeekOneGOP]

Those bluebonnets look like Texas ! ...

[ValerieUSA]

That's a really nice poem... she had a lot of talent.