My Home

 

Land To Land 

I Flown

To A Place Unknown

A Place Of Blue Skies

Of Many Lights

Memories  Disappear

With Tears Without A Cry 

America They Call It

A Place of Blue Skies 

Of Many Lights

Land Of Opportunities

With Many Possibilities

Friends Appear

Laughter With Sounds

This Was New

America My Home

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country

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