WALKING IN THE STEPS OF MY ANCESTORS
Looking out over the hills and valleys, and to walk in the steps of my ancestors. The Southern Missouri Fields of My Ancestors The joy of hearing an ol' 'coon dog tree a squirrel, remembered in the here and after. Oh, the joy of momentous cry, the triumph of the skilled. Joyful as the years go by in my Missouri ancestors fields. Singing for good on Sunday morn' my Grandmother's voice could be heard. Rejoicing always for the good through the twists and turns of this world. While the hills and valleys of these woods continued all the while. The patter of feet in the old white house, wind blowing through, children gathering in the room while large snowflakes flew. Covered in white, Oh so bright, the southern Missouri hills. Joyful as the years go by in my Missouri ancestors fields. A righteous song could be heard rising through the throng, past the hills and past the woods up to the Righteous throne. Rejoice, rejoice, my Missouri anc...