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My side of the valley is green It is flat and the soil is fertile My crops flourish My livestock are healthy and strong But when I sit in my cabin at sunset each day I look across the river and stare through the mountain pass and bask at the beauty of those green plains so far away I often sit and long for it How I would love that land The beautiful pastures And the luscious mountainside So as months pass my want grows I bring myself to abandon my land and lead my life onto another path I tear down my home and pack my crops I heard my animals and I head out I do not look back Through my travel the crops deplete And I lose half my livestock And I myself feel hope growing thin After a month of traversing the mountains I arrive at my new home And I plant my crops, in the soil that's not as rich I settle my animals, who are not as healthy as they once were I sit in my cabin on land that is not as flat And I look through the pass and across the river At the beautiful green land Laying flat on the countryside I think back to where once lived And I long for it
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Greener Side
My side of the valley is green It is flat and the soil is fertile My crops flourish My livestock are healthy and strong But when I sit in my cabin at sunset each day I look across the river and stare through the mountain pass and bask at the beauty of those green plains so far away I often sit and long for it How I would love that land The beautiful pastures And the luscious mountainside So as months pass my want grows I bring myself to abandon my land and lead my life onto another path I tear down my home and pack my crops I heard my animals and I head out I do not look back Through my travel the crops deplete And I lose half my livestock And I myself feel hope growing thin After a month of traversing the mountains I arrive at my new home And I plant my crops, in the soil that's not as rich I settle my animals, who are not as healthy as they once were I sit in my cabin on land that is not as flat And I look through the pass and across the river At the beautiful green land Laying flat on the countryside I think back to where once lived And I long for it
#somewhere#thats#green
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
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