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Home (Other) by izzy shafer As I listen to the birds cherping,
I am relaxed.
As I listen to the blowing of the wind,
I have no fear.
As I listen to the bees buzzing,
I am in peace.
As Ib listen to the falling of rain,
my lips are hushed.
As I listen to the sounds of nature,
I am home.
The land is my home,
My home is the land.
I love my homeland.
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Posted: July 22, 2009 9:29 AM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2009 9:29 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.72186 Overall Rank: 11900 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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izzy shafer @ 71.87.105.156
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22-Jul-09/9:32 AM
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This is a very relaxing poem.
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