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Deep blue skies line the plains of a hometown
A blanket of color draping the green and brown vegetation
on the planes of my dwelling.
The streets appear as long veins feeding the heart of the city
with travelers and businessmen that help to keep the vision alive.
The clouds in the sky form messages of promise
to this "Land of the Free.."
I take in a breath of fresh air and smile.
Red and white
Blue and starlit....
Our Flag rattles high in the days
As a beacon of light to welcome others to join "freedom."
The sounds of geese flocking in artistic formation depicts their story
Of travel and experience. Accomplishments.
A welcome of their voiced instructions to be safe in travel
embed a message of hope in my mind
As the huge ball of light, that is the sun, dips down into
a pocket of invisibility...as the moon smiles and exclaims
"Welcome to the Promise Lands of America."

— The End —