No Place Like Home
I used to wonder what it might be like to move far away
To leave these hills behind for a city, a beach, anywhere
I think we all dream like that when we’re growing up
Always assuming that things will be better out there
As I got older I realized that the world is big, and that
There is so much I want to see, but I also realized that
This is the place where I want to be most in the world
Here among ancient mountains and towering old trees
Where my family has been for generations now, on this
Old tract of forested farm land, quiet and slow always
There really is jsut no place like home, is there?
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I love this poem!