I was relieved when I posted sunset 52 of 52. While I love looking at sunsets, sometimes I forget to take a photo — and other times I simply forget (or lack the energy) to post them here since I post daily on whatifitdid.com. But tonight’s sky deserves to be #53!
The first thing I thought of when I looked to the sky this evening was the poem by William Herschell, legendary Indiana journalist…
Ain’t God Good to Indiana?
Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Folks, a feller never knows
Just how close he is to Eden
Till, sometime, he ups an’ goes
Seekin’ fairer, greener pastures
Than he has right here at home,
Where there’s sunshine in the clover
An’ honey in th’ comb;
Where the ripples on th’ river
Kinda chuckles as they flow–
Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Ain’t He, fellers? Ain’t He, though?
“Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Seems to me He has a way
Gittin’ me all outta humor
Just to see how long I’ll stay
When I git th’ gypsy feelin’
That I’d like to find a spot
Where th’ clouds ain’t quite so restless,
Or th’ sun don’t shine so hot.
But, I don’t git far, I’ll tell you,
Till I’m whisperin’ soft an’ low:
Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Ain’t He, fellers? Ain’t He, though?
“Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Other spots may look as fair,
But they lack th’ soothin’ somethin’
In th’ Hoosier sky and air.
They don’t have that snug-up feelin’
Like a mother gives a child;
They don’t soothe you, soul an’ body,
With their breezes soft an’ mild.
They don’t know th’ joys of Heaven
Have their birthplace here below;
Ain’t God good to Indiana?
Ain’t He, fellers? Ain’t He, though?