Like a Poem Is My Birthplace
Like a poem is my birthplace - so dear!
The rhythm of it is the constant flow
of the Mississippi, which is so near
the town where I grew up. And row by row
are stalks of corn leaning in fields of green.
They are my homeland’s reason and its rhyme.
A sight more beautiful I’ve never seen
than verdant rolling hills of summertime.
Roll on, dear hills, beneath a sun that beams.
Roll on, mighty river, and fields of corn.
Iowa, I picture you in my dreams,
for far from you I live now and forlorn,
Oh, your shining rainbows again to see!
Iowa, my sonnet you’ll always be.
May 29, 2023
for If Your Birthplace-Country Was A Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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