The old, red biplane
Raises me up high
Over the rolling hills
And into the azure sky
I am light, and weightless
As I fly like a bird
Through the clouds I'm soaring
My course is ever forward
The view below me
Has no comparison
Its breathtaking beauty
Is enhanced by the sun
I can see every detail
Of my native homeland
From my level in the sky
My home's smaller than my hand
The townsfolk wave at me
As I fly up above
People full of charity,
People full of love
My heart is filled with warmth
As I smell the aroma
Of buttered garlic bread
And meatball marinara
On the clear, blue lake
A ferry passes through
Carrying happy travelers
Who bring their families news
Where is this place of beauty
I have described to you?
Try to find the answer
And you can go there too
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That was a very descriptive poem. You were telling a story while rhyming and describing so well. It makes me want to go to this place, because it sounds so loving and relaxing. Great Job!
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