Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

My Home Town


My home town
The place where I was born,
where I learned of love
And was taught of truth
And where my thoughts were formed
In my home town.

My home town
How highly you do you rate
Where united we stand
And divided we fall
When our nation calls,
In my home state
My great state.
My homeland
Majestically do you stand
With your mountains so near
And your people so dear
Ready to listen and hear
In our homeland
Our grand land.

My homeland
Kentucky at its grace
The land I have known
Where my thoughts have grown,
In my bluegrass home
My own sweet home
Our own Kentucky home.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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