Driftwood Poem Anonymous


The Drifter Speaks

I have drifted down to Driftwood

In that grand old Texas State

I have caught a mighty vision

Of an Empire strong and great;

I have seen the Texas landscapes;

Caught the spirit breathed the air;

Felt the handclasps of the people

Neighborly beyond compare.

I have Drifted down to Driftwood

Where all nature seems to speak.

I have wandered hither-thither

Down the banks of Onion Creek

And admired the land around it

Trees and grass and fertile loam

It made me feel at home.