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Danelle Comstock
Grade 10
Roseau Community School

Listening, wind blowing, birds chirping,

Me laying there in the soft, green grass.

There's a noise, rumbling in the distance.

I sit up, finding the John Deere in the field,

The feel of country, my home.

I close my eyes with the sun beating on my face.

Drifting into memories: the dog,

The tree, and all the fun games.

Waking to a voice calling my name.

The voices of country, my home.