My Paradise

Home they say is where the heart lives For me home is on the prairie plains Where one can see mile upon mile With various jokes saying If something runs way you can see them leaving for three days. A variety of farming folks A place where family farms have stood for generations Years and years of growing crops Green fields so we are called the harvest belt. A place where the summers are hot The winters are cold so very cold Elevators, barns , old church steeples Some of the most friendly people Called --land of the living skies-- Waking to spectacular sunrise This is the heavenly place I call home.