I'll Be Satisfied

You can have my part of city life
With all the comforts of its kind
But I prefer the open spaces
Where the sun is sure to shine.

You can have that stuffy cottage
Down on Fifth Avenue
I’ll be contented with a hut of breezes
With a roof of sky so blue.

You may have a fluffy pillow
And a fancy feather bed
I won’t complain with a bed roll
And some sage brush at my head.

I guess life is what you make it
In the city, on the farm
But me, I’m sticking to the country
To live and die where I was born.

Sgt. W. Jake Copass
July 27, 1943
New Guinea

Jake Copass 1920-2006
Poem from Jake's book of memoirs titled "I'll Be Satisfied" published in 1997.Used with permission from the family.