Beautiful Ohio

I sailed away;

Wandered afar;

Crossed the mighty restless sea;

Looked for where I ought to be.

Cities so grand, mountains above,

Led to this land I love.

Beautiful Ohio, where the golden grain

Dwarf the lovely flowers in the summer rain.

Cities rising high, silhouette the sky,

Freedom is supreme in this majestic land;

Mighty factories seem to hum in tune, so grand.

Beautiful Ohio, thy wonders are in view,

Land where my dreams all come true!

by Ballard MacDonald, published in 1918

Providence has granted me a Buckeye home and although I have "crossed the restless sea,"  living in a foreign land for awhile, God has allowed me to live in beautiful Ohio and for that I am truly thankful. As Dorothy said so well "There is no place like home."

"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow."

To a Kindly Critic

It it's wrong to believe in the land that we love,
And to pray for our flag to the good God above;
If it's wrong to believe that our country is best;
That honor's her standard, and truth is her crest;
If placing her first in our prayers and our song
Is false to true reason, we're glad to be wrong.

If it's wrong to wish victory day after day
For the troops of our country now marching away;
If it's wrong to believe they are moved by the right
And not by the love and the lure of the fight;
If to cheer them to battle and bid them be strong
Is false to right thinking, then let us be wrong.

If it's wrong to believe in America's dreams
Of a freedom on earth that's as real as it seems;
If it's error to cherish the hope, through and through,
That the stars in Old Glory's immaculate blue
Shall shine through the ages, true beacons to men,
We pray that no right phrase shall flow from our pen.

    By Edgar A. Guest, published in 1942 concerning

                                    World War II