Where the blue of sky tosses the dream within ones eye and opens the pastoral fields of life amidst the strife, the rife that here upon the land bears shares the tormented moments, the smiles that crossed the miles and miles where frontier pried open the dream upon these wildest green fields of their prosperity.
They journey a faith a belief and took life as would a thief into their own rights of being seeing freedoms expanse there abound gathered round the old stories of their homes Miles away, miles away from where the root and birth did inspire here within them that desire to reach out and there grasp the very breath of which they gasp.
Time draws fast the privileges few, herein drew the straws of fate the opened gate to shower as best destiny it can the prospects within each human hand. History retells the story praises the great with the holy and draws the prospering fields a plenty of the days of man threescore and twenty. To cry into this wilderness , here their name forgotten sons of forgotten fame.
Birthed now the dream where grass of blue filled the hue of the Kentuckian.