Leave it to those pesky #western106 folks to demand (ok, challenge us) to write a verse of the lousy song Home on the Range. Lousy insofar as I could never relate to the song at all; a home on the range never appealed to me. In fact, it downright terrifies me, but that is for another post. Perhaps.
Going back to the original poem The Western Home, I shall do my best, Continue reading “Now Write (#Western106) Lyrics“