It is old here but yet she
Has her own charm .
She has had more than a
Thousand winds that blew here
Over the years .
You should see the sunlight
On the ripened grain
On a quiet day .
From time to time here
You can feel the gentle autumn rain .
You can look up on any good day
And see a pheasant fly on a straight line .
In the winter time each snow flake
That falls is never the same .
Here there is always
Soft light at night .
There is a past and a future here .
Here is where I want to stay .
I have a voice here
You need to hear .
By Brock
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