The most beautiful country - my home, my world.
For weeks and months we planned and schemed
we cooked and packed till all was done
we even got there double quick
and had arrived before the setting sun
Peace and quiet reigned supreme
bees and birds sang day and night
the flowers bloomed
the wind stayed by the stream
Where else would there be
such joy and balmy calm
if not right here where now we are
in any part of this great land
the country called - the "Ozziland"
By Denise Nowakowski, Copyright May 2009
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Excellent poem,take care
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|Yes, no place like home!!! This poem makes the reader smile and think of their own home and coming back to it.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Oh boy, how beautiful it sounds, enjoy....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Ya gotta love your home and you do so much...ed|