Clover And Pine Poem by Eva Mae Witt

I've traveled to many cities
and for some, they may be fine
But these days I find myself a missin'
for today I'm smellin' clover and pine

Might I say I'm just a country poet
at times I'm prone to fancy verse;
there are times my grammar is atrocious,
so please, be kind at times my spelling is even worse.

Many a time my tales are purely honest
Like God's children of this land of soil
as for cowboys, ranchers, and farmers
whose work is always honest toil.

Some say the urban crowd don't like my prose;
they seem to analyze and knit-pick at every line
my poems aren't read in fancy theaters
we're they are sipping exotic champagne and wine.

And I really must have to admit I'm not famous or rich
because I know this really suits me so fine
Cause no one needs riches of fortune and fame
to smell the fields of clover and pine.