Jacksonville

by Kayla | April 24, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018
There a dirt road for miles away with an old tractor in the yard. There grandpa outside making sure we have heat for the winter and Box fans for the summer. This is my home town. Where there no city water but well water. This is my home town. Where I was born and raised where everyone knows each other's names This is my Home town. Come Sunday service in an old country church where there would be no empty seats to be found Yes this is my home town. Where you seen Horses being used to plow Hay, chickens being used for eggs, Goates being used for milk and for the grass and cows for milk This is what I called my Home town.  
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