"I'm From the Farm House..."

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I’m from the miles of farmland
From the peeling red paint on the caved in roof of the barn
I’m from the honey crisp apple trees,
From the mackintosh apple pie.

From the Indian lands,
From the waves of wind.
From the fractured road
From the tears of loss.

From the antiques of my past,
From the beef stroganoff.
From the family feuds,
From the competition

I am from the country roads,
From the patchy field.
From the bright starry sky,
I am from the shooting star that remains lit.





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