The Home Land Poem by Tamika Taylor

The Home Land is where life began,
Rather it was smooth or rough.

You must stay tough,
In order to survive in the Home Land.

A peaceful place with the green,
The ground is soft and clean.

Tell me how to get to the Home Land,
Where it is peaceful and green.

To be by God is where I want to be;
The Devil is who I do not intend to see.