Feels like home, this peaceful calm place.
Farmers, laughing children, trees, nature, winding roads, trails, freedom to breathe;
Comfortable, out-doorsie, serene.

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your beer bottles littered on the side of school roads.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the stories in the paper of administrators not acting their ages.
And they tell me you are brutal an dmy reply is: The faces of young ones who have lost a loved one on the cruel roads speak the truth.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing praise to the hard-working farmer.
Beautiful farmland constantly in sight.
Winding trails with glorious trees and nature.
Calm, quiet, and lazy afternoons spent in the company of close friends.
Running barefoot,
taking care of the land,
making memories,
bonfires blazing,
liberty to be at peace.
Remembering where you came from,
and that family is important.
Community-wide canned-food drives and givings, and youth that are daring enough to succeed and dream for the future.
Roads winding through the magnificent nature around us, showing us a piece of our souls.
Freedom to breathe and be at ease.