I’ve reached this land of mud and rain
And all its riches hard to gain,
And once I’ve reached this very spot,
Sometimes I wished that I had not.
Oh Webfoot Land,
Wet Webfoot Land
As in my house I sadly stand
And gaze throughout the dripping pane
I wonder when twill cease to rain.
And once I’ve reached this very spot,
Sometimes I wished that I had not.

(From the book Hatchet, Hands & Hoe: Planting the Pioneer Spirit by Erica Calkins)