Dakota

They are leaving the land of Dakota,
The home of the brave and true
Those who came seeking adventure
When the land of Dakota was new.
They came for wealth-and they found it
In the prairies vast and wide
Where once roamed millions of cattle,
And the gold of the Hills beside.

They took-and enjoyed the luxuries
She poured from her lavish horn
Till days of plenty had vanished-
No more thrived the wheat or the corn.
The rain ceased to fall from heaven-
The winds continued to blow
The grass on the prairie withered
And men thought it better to go.

Now ranches and farms are forsaken,
The sheep and cattle all gone,
The saddles hang empty and useless-
The cowboys compelled to move on.
Now Dakota is sick and deserted
But will one day come back to her own
When our hearts are cleaned by their Maker
And God rules supreme in the home.

This composed by Mrs. J.W. Anderson, McIntosh
Taken from Corson County News March 25, 1937