We thank God for blessings and trials;
With good deeds we banish our sorrows
In the land of a million smiles.
In the Ozarks gay banners are waving
Unfurled to the pure autumn breeze;
Their colors are red, green and golden
All painted on beautiful trees.
The trees are God-made and sturdy
The artist who gave them their hue;
I know He will watch over our Ozarks,
In this land of the red, white and blue.
In the Ozarks wild flowers are blooming.
You may gather bouquets--they are free;
And rivers of clear running water
Are calling to you and to me.
Apples so luscious and mellow
Are ready to fall to the ground;
And hidden within the brown corn shocks
Ripe pumpkins are sure to be found.
©1940 Carrie E. Joslin