Were I Belong Poem by Amanda Shelton
Were I Belong
The wide open Spaces were the sun rises to the sound of the wind through the died grass, were no trees grow, the fields of grain flow through the land far as the eye can see, were the sunsets on the chill of the night, were the owl sets on a died tree stump, were the rocks rise and cast a never ending shadows on anything in it's path towering over the land. This is were I belong...
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