Oregon

Rolling home out of the mountains,
Brings my life here to my eyes.
All was dead in California,
But the hills here heave with sighs.

Breathing deeply of my homeland
As I watch a new sun rise;
I am thankful to my Country
For some time to temporize.

Rolling home down mountain slopes
Which strive toward the sun,
Washes clean my memories;
With your promise of some fun.