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A Poem I wrote on my fav diration West.

Submitted:Feb 28, 2009    Reads: 105    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


West is where I belong,

it is where the wind blows.

Where the storms go,

West is where nuthing is changed,

where wild flowers bloom wild.

Where rushing rivers

meet the ocean

West is where the sunsets every day

It is where the wolf howls to the sky

and at the stars that shine brightly,

West is where there is a secret valley that I call home,

the flowers of west bloom all the time,

and the water is crystal clean.

West is where I belong,

where the wolves run free,

where there are no laws except natures law.

West is where you can

hear the sound of rolling thunder,

West is where you will find me.

In a dark cave,

with light candles every where.

West is where I belong.


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