The rustle in the Poplar
reminds me of my home
Especially when the Wind
Blows strongly like a Poem
It reminds me of my Childhood
Where love and laughter reigned
And Mom was ever present
With happiness unfeigned
Security was there , yes
a feeling of Contentment
No't would ever be remiss
Peace was always Present
The Poplar e're reminds me
of all the happy days
Living in Mom's Household
I'm thankful for that faze
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