My Home Poem by Caitlin Moreby

Blue skies and horses' hooves,
This is my home.
Resting, watching grass that moves,
This is my home my village.

Quarry's, blackberries, green and school,
This is my home.
No other 'nowhere' village could be so cool,
This is my home, my village.

Has anyone ever been prouder then me?
This is my home.
One last lingering community,
This is my home, my village.

Lying with friends on grass at the quarry,
All of Twyning laid out before me.
This is my home.