barefoot

I know why Foster wrote, "My Old Kentucky Home"-

for me the sun couldn't shine brighter any place else.

A true state of common wealth-

Happiness and love,

Pride and joy.

We could feel no richer.

For the rolling hills of blue

and the delight of the sound

echos in my mind.

The highs and lows can all relate,

for our ties that bind

run deep beneath the fertile soil.