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.
~Anonymous
