My Billion Acres
I have a billion acres
And not a field to fence,
I pay no taxes on them
And they bear me no expense.
Many millions share them
But still my title's good;
No man can take them from me
But all can use, who would.
They bring me profits greatest
When their wonders I can share,
They need no cultivation
And I can't improve their care.
All they ask is contemplation
Profound and reverent,
For my starry billion acres
Are in the firmament.
W.C. (Bud) Shewmon
Moberly, Missouri 1963