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Blagodarnost za Rostuse
By Heather Windom, Mak-8, Rostuse
I live in a stone house
On the side of a hill
Its a hundred years old
And sits very still
Hunt mushrooms in summer
Delicious first class
And scare away bears
You might hear on the pass
My landlord was born
In my favorite room
Where I dance and I sing
And light incense perfume
Walk to the waterfall
It's not very far
Cliff caves and dwarf trees
You'll know where you are
You can sit by the window
And watch clouds roll by
Over towering mountains
A feast for the eye
I love living here
In this hidden dreamscape
There's never a day
My mouth's not agape
Or just listen for noises
The telltale signs
Of life in the village
Its communication lines
At the beauty, the culture
The life and the sounds
The children, the friendships
And the animals abound
They shout and they laugh
The young and the old
Put on your jacket
It's getting too cold
One year I've lived here
In this house on the hill
Grateful in love
For another year still.
This winter the snow
Is finally falling
The school is closed down
The ski slopes are calling
The village is dwarfed
By the accompanying land
This valley, this canyon
So vast and so grand
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