Declaration Of Independence

A New View


New city, new life

why stay in rustic towns

with wealth to see

and dream?


This is home, no other

lands are mine; my dead

are buried here. Great

granddads and grandmas

migrated and grew old

like me.


But more money, better 

houses, schools to enter

after highschool. So much

culture here.


I know these streets, driven

for years, each tree I watched

slowly grow. Over there the streets

are paved with somebody else's

history. I like mine just fine.




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