Wisconsin Why do I Love You? by Nora Kennedy

WISCONSIN WHY DO I LOVE YOU?

By NORA KENNEDY
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Wisconsin, why do I love you?
  I don't know myself, but I do.
It could be your spacious farmyards,
  Stretched 'neath a sky of blue,
It could be 'cause my father and mother
  Before me loved you too.
Or it could be a hundred little things,
  That I connect with you.

The spicy perfume of your pine trees
  Your warm gentle summer rains,
Your hills and valleys and forests,
  Your winding country lanes,
Your cheese and your milk and butter
  Your fields of wheat and rye,
Your memories of childhood years
  All make me want to cry.

Your pastures of grazing cattle,
  Your meadows of strawberries, red.
Your pin-cherry trees in the springtime.
  That make you feel light in the head.
Wisconsin, dear old Wisconsin,
Why do I love you so true,
It must be because you spell home to me
  An 'cause I'm a part of you.

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