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Farmhouse on a Hill A poem about the heart of America. I saw a farmhouse on a hill, surrounded by an empty sky, And though I thought of other things, my heart refused to pass it by. This house and barn that stood so proud, reminded me of what I knew, Of a land of hope and fortitude, whose strength lay in her multitudes. Alone it stood in the midst of fields of tall green grasses whispering low, A sturdy barn, a shuttered house, a dog or two resting by the stove, My heart leapt up to see it there, this honored emblem, new and old, Of a land, a hope, a legacy, and a promised dream yet to unfold.
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