My Home Land
I want to bring my city friends to the village with me,
let them walk on bare soil
and watch people work in farm lands.
I want them to see my blessings, a real life forest
and clear sunsets
the kids playing in the mud
and uncles going to a local bar.
I want them to rest from city lights,
have them see the beauty of my village that rests on mountains,
I wish they could meet village boys
the one's whose mothers are religious and strict,
the ones who'd ask you to meet them by the stream but stand a distance away.
Will they fear my mother's chickens
or marvel at how cute the chicks are.
will they miss the car noises of the city at night
or curse my neighbor's geese.
will they value the beauty of this nature
the clear sky and the perfect view of the night?
Or just like me on most days
want to just sit inside and watch tv?
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