Dear My Home Town
Dear my home town,
Where the rolling hills and deep valleys
Are the palpitations of the earth’s heart
Where greenery envelopes the land as a soft blanket
And where birds chirping, wind whispering, and hooves clopping
Are the bundle of sounds which infiltrates the human ear
Where sunsets are an ocean of fiery red, burnt orange, and a wispy pink
Where days are filled with the grazing of cows
And silos stand erect amidst the undeveloped land
You have been my home
My secluded arena
Thank for providing what no human could
Love,
Your thankful inhabitant and lifelong friend
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