Monday, September 15, 2014


To the west of dear Iowa
Stretches a plain,
Rich in its greatness
And packed full of grain.
Also there's cattle
And don't forget sand.
And rocky-type mountains
That really are grand.
And going west further
If further you goes,
You end up with water
A-tickling your toes.


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Mohit said...

Nice poem.

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