Indiana

I've been raised in Indiana my entire life. I've had many fond memories in this little recognized state. And here I leave you, with 'Indiana.'

Indiana

All the fondness of a giant city

Allways brings me to sense pity

All the sounds of a never sleeping place

Seems to bring a frown upon my face

But when I look at all the lights

Of the never ending starlight

A grin grows on my face

And I say, "I love this place."

Yes, I call us the real "Children of the Corn"

But we are anything but forlorn

My dear Indiana, I love you so

Your little recognition, will sure to be known

I shall continue to watch you develop and grow

Author's Note

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