It is the promised land of the east.
Such beauty, blessed to view.
Land of milk and honey; let us feast.
Blessed by God, it is true.
Mountains, rivers, and forest galore.
Big cities, there are few.
Concrete and asphalt are such a bore.
Traffic jams? No thank you.
Land of farmers, each good as the next.
Burley and corn are grew.
Outsiders love to call us rednecks.
All good; just pass on through.
Home of mustangs and of thoroughbreds.
Unbridled spirit? True!
From here news of the triple crown spreads.
King's sport for us to view.
Moonshine doesn't only come at night,
and bourbon is on brew.
We are proud, and will fight for what's right.
Pour a shot. Want one too?
When my time comes, and I pass away.
Mourned by those that I knew.
Spread my ashes in the month of May.
Here where the grass is blue.
#poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #art #usa #culture #artwork #artists
/ Bored Nobody
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2024-09-10 09:14:11
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