America Through My Eyes

America, my beautiful America how great. 

The place I am proud to call home; where I belong. 

From urban city to rural land; it's perfect bait. 

We welcome new comers with our sweet tuned song. 

Every American is proud of our strong military. 

There are many opportunities to find a job and make money. 

New creations and new discoveries is now ordinary. 

From the cold weather in Alaska, to California where it is sunny. 

Both metaphorically and literally our soil is sweet. 

The beautiful crops, the sweetest being the oranges from Florida. 

Discover something new everyday, many different people to meet. 

Culture is everywhere in America, stop by Los Bravos and pick up a quesadilla.  

I never realized how proud I am to call America home. 

American citizens should be happy they are here, and never groan. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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