I walk through the valley of yesterdays dreams.
To refresh my memory of this valley so green.
Abundance of trees and bluegrass in meadows.
A beautiful scene with the flowers pretty petals.
Aroma is strong from the flowers sweet smell.
Like an artist masterpiece its beauty is real.
I could write a poem it would take your breath.
From this valley in my youth, until my death.
Words can't describe the beauty of this land.
I can only speak my thoughts here at hand.
Could write all night and not state how I feel.
For this writing from my heart is certainly real.
The time has come to leave my sweet home.
If I never see it again in my dreams I'll roam.
I would like to stay here forever and not leave.
To see the real beauty of this factual dream.
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