Home short poem

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Sounds of the highway; so peaceful to me
Warm cool breeze ; smell of the country air
Mountain views; snow covered mountain peak
Turkey’s talking; eating their feed loving the country
Life; country air in the breeze.

This is where I call home
This is where my roots are
This is who I am; this is my home.
The Valley, I love so much; you have
Been my home All my life.

My country life; my country home.

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Simranjit Singh

Short and Beautiful.


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