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.
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