“Home, Home\u00a0on the Range” was originally written as a poem titled, “The Western Home” by Dr. Brewster Higley and published in 1876. On that bit of trivia, everyone\u00a0seems to agree on.<\/p>\n
But wait, who is DOCTOR Brewster Higley?<\/p>\n
I’ll save that for later. I’m getting sidetracked.<\/p>\n
The first song version, as its popularity grew and it traveled at lightning speed across the country is another thing entirely. Below is the poem, first published in Kirwin Chief<\/em>, a Kansas newspaper. Interestingly enough the lyrics ‘Home on the Range’ were never part of the original poem.<\/p>\n Now back to Zephyr.<\/p>\n Zephyr :<\/strong> a breeze from the west<\/p>\n The summer zephyrs stirred the prairie grass.<\/p>\n The 8 Wonders of Kansas<\/a> Oh, give me a home where the Buffalo roam A home! A home! Oh! give me a land where the bright diamond sand Oh! give me a gale of the Solomon vale, How often at night, when the heavens were bright, I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours, The air is so pure and the breezes so fine, Zephyr. Bad gas? Distant cousin to sulphur? How about something related to\u00a0dinosaurs? The big toe of a brontosaurus? Louis L’Amour sidekick? Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/gleaming_word-home_on_range-ANC1.jpg\" "\\"gleaming_word-home_on_range-ANC1\\"")
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\nWhere the Deer and the Antelope play;
\nWhere never is heard a discouraging word,
\nAnd the sky is not clouded all day.<\/p>\n
\nWhere the Deer and the Antelope play,
\nWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word,
\nAnd the sky is not clouded all day.<\/p>\n
\nThrows its light from the glittering streams,
\nWhere glideth along the graceful white swan,
\nLike the maid in her heavenly dreams.<\/p>\n
\nWhere the life streams with buoyancy flow;
\nOn the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
\nAny poisonous herbage doth grow.<\/p>\n
\nWith the light of the twinkling stars
\nHave I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed,
\nIf their glory exceed that of ours.<\/p>\n
\nI love the wild curlew’s shrill scream;
\nThe bluffs and white rocks, and antelope flocks
\nThat graze on the mountains so green.<\/p>\n
\nThe zephyrs so balmy and light,
\nThat I would not exchange my home here to range
\nForever in azures so bright.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"