- When Coronado crossed the Kansas plain
- In search of Seven Golden Cities, sure
- He'd find Quivira and secure for Spain
- Great wealth, for himself a sinecure,
- He found it was a lie. He'd been misled.
- What he didn't learn is that the gold
was there, oil and gas within a bed
of rock and soil in quantities untold
- Had he lived a little longer, seen
- The coming of red wheat, seen the fields
- Of rippling, waving grain with their sheen
- Of radiant golden ripeness and rich yields
- Enough to feed the world, he would know
- He had succeeded; gold above, below.
Source: Thy Love is Better than Wine
Raymond S. Nelson - ©1994