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Indian Home
His eyes survey the beauty
That surrounds him all around
From the mighty soaring eagle
To the snow packed frozen ground.

He feels no cold as he watches
For he is warmed by sun and awe
Of the gentle winter wonderland
Though the winds are blowing raw.

His heart is filled with pride
For the lovely mountains high
Gently capped with snow
As they stretch to meet the sky.

He is filled with peace and love
And never shall he roam
Beyond the snowy mountains
For in this placeĀ
he is home.
(Charlotte Anselmo)
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