Ithaca
Casey Myers
Land of goats
Land of ragged hills
Of little thrills
My home
Land of goats
Land of bruised knees
Of sunburnt cheeks
And field work
Land of goats
Land of roasted meats
But few feats
Of courage
Land of goats
Smelly, obstinate land
Land of nagging wife
Land of “hold the baby a while”
Land of few goddesses
With warm caves
Or soothing smiles
On a land of waves
I'd rather be
Land of raised sails
Unsteady land
Land of no plans
Land of no land
Sea
Casey Myers
Land of goats
Land of ragged hills
Of little thrills
My home
Land of goats
Land of bruised knees
Of sunburnt cheeks
And field work
Land of goats
Land of roasted meats
But few feats
Of courage
Land of goats
Smelly, obstinate land
Land of nagging wife
Land of “hold the baby a while”
Land of few goddesses
With warm caves
Or soothing smiles
On a land of waves
I'd rather be
Land of raised sails
Unsteady land
Land of no plans
Land of no land
Sea