Wanderlust

I want to go to Wales

Where tales of Merlin were told.

I want to go to Suffolk,

Where the Punch was bred.

I want to go to Yorkshire

Where the cloth was woven.

I want to go to Cornwall

Where miners died and pirates lived.

I want to go to Ireland

To walk the famished land escaped from.

I want to go to Switzerland

Where the boats were made.

I want to go to Denmark

Whence came the name Snake-Eye Ragnarsson.

I want to go to Germany

Where the gypsies lived.

I want to go to Spain

But not to see a bullfight.

I want to go to France

But not to conquer anything.

But I'll go home to Oklahoma

To where the Five Tribes walked.

For my ancestors and their stories,

Having sailed across the ocean,

Have bound me to be American.