Ode: My Home
My home is like a melting pot
Of places rather than faces
Hills and valleys in one lot
With pansies and poppies in the vases
Rock and grass live together
Creeks flow by the roadside
Mountains rise above the plain
I see a turkey feather
A black-tail deer rushing by
My home is sweet like sugar cane
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California
Poetry10 poems that I've written about my recent trip to the Golden Gate State.
