America the Mother Land
She's soft, gentle within.
Yet firm, and strong out.
She's patient, loving, and understanding.
She's the provider of another ethnic, another religious group, another culture, and me.
She's wrinkled.
But her warm, sweet smiles erased them.
She's freckled.
But the light in her eye still shined.
She is beautiful.
This poem is about:
My country