Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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We call 'em Ponderosa Pine

And on half a million acres of that strange-sounding name,

I staked my claim

My sons have grown to manhood, as the years have drifted on,

And each of them reminds me of a love that's passed and gone,

But the strength that flows from the earth and the pine,

Warms my heart like a vintage wine,

With a love rich and strong,

For this is where we belong

On the Ponderosa,

Ponderosa,

Ponderosa!

Written by Lorne Greene