Where I Am From
A home to the Rocky Mountains
A land of the planes
A place for the highest
The place I was made
Where all of the cities
Appear to be pretty
There are also homes
For those who are living
The sky can be clear
But then become queer
The weather always changes
Like bipolar faces
I enjoy the fresh air
But am annoyed by the wind
I hate how it howls amongst humankind
The snow is okay
But I love the rare rain
We are used to altitudes
And have nice attitudes
We enjoy all of nature
For she is our neighbor
We have towering mountains
And plains without houses
Colorado is not popular
And doesn’t care for astronomers
But we can be friendly
And are nowhere near smelly
With no beaches like Florida
Or popularity like California
Colorado is not tiny
And can be kind of lively
But for a hometown, Colorado is okay
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