My Home is in the Red Hills

Change of pace here with the Kansas Outback. I put a little ditty I composed to honor this fantastic landscape. One picture. One tune.

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Lyrics

My Home is in the Red Hills

 

Although I wasn’t born there, the Red Hills are my home,

With majestic buttes and mesas and sparkling gypsum stones.

And crystal springs in canyons feeding streams that run so clear

Home is where the heart is and I’m yearning to be there.

 

The flowers in the springtime start the annual spectral show,

All the hues of the spectrum paint the prairies all aglow,

And the healthy bluestem grasses feed the ranchers’ hungry herds,

It’s the beauty of this country that I’m longing to be near.

 

The enchantment of the red dirt land yields secrets that are told,

In strange and hidden places in the gypsum cracks and holes,

Bats, roadrunners, porcupines and funny armadillos,

Some fascinating creatures in this land I call my home.

 

Although I wasn’t born there, the Red Hills are my home,

With majestic buttes and mesas and sparkling gypsum stones.

And crystal springs in canyons feeding streams that run so clear

Home is where the heart is and I’m yearning to be there.

 

Ken Brunson, Dec., 2020