There’s no land but dear old Texas for me,
‘Tis paradise ’tis the home of the free
That’s why I long to cross the ocean bar,
To dwell in my country to hail its star.
I am visiting the old world somehow,
Wandered in the East and in Europe now.
But oh! how I miss Texas and the plow
The hat, the pistol, the horse and the cow.
The skies of Switzerland are clear and blue
The old German castles are pretty, too,
France is charmful and England not less
But there’s no place like dear old Texas.
For ten by ten days I moved here and there
But now my soul roves in the Western air.
Farewell, long farewell to Europe, my Jo,
Like spring I came and like winter I go.
Home again, home again to Dixieland
The ship will sail and marrily I’ll land.
On the shore, and straight I go to the plow,
The hat, the pistol, the horse and the cow.
I love thee old Texas, I love thy land
I love the plains, rivers, rocks, hills and sand
I love thy flag, heaven, nature and sea
God keep you, God safe guard your liberty.
Come Brothers and Let Us Read the Chart
Come brothers and let us read the chart
And venture into the deep valley of the past
To see how man by the blade of his mind has cleft
The heart of the future and has carved
On the rock of Time the letters of his name
Again read about the dimensional outlook of nations
and read
How it was made the measure of a look high
Towers of glory with the fullest speed
By masons who planned for a touch of the sky
Nations have a measureless magnitude
Having the breath of knowledge the link thought
Of determination and fortitude
A spirit of the oracular mysticism thus wrought.
5/1998
I Recalled a Dream
I recalled a dream I dreamed during the century Confucius was born while I was coming on the train of time into here. My memory then I remember was the same as when I remembered reading what I have forgot.
Europe is boiling in a test tube searching for a lost equation. The world is polluted and the people are trying Paradise to steal the fruit. Though every thing is plain and clear, I could not understand and went to sleep.
Confucius in my dream like a vision passed by for a short visit, we played tric-trac and the dice was in my favor; he smiled when I saw the Yellow Peril on his face. He said: “Mark on the Calendar please 8-6-2091” and disappeared like a shadow in the shade.
2/2002