As the world slowly turns through wars in a distant land,soldiers in a battlefield with tanks and endless sand.Fighting in a war that never seems to end,fighting an enemy without a hope or friend.�As the world slowly turns through endless strife and pain,fatherless little children; funerals in the rain.Presidential canadates who talk of nothing more,than racial slurs back and forth, but the rest of us ignore.�As the world slowly turns, many hearts are torn.Letters post-marked "returned", as fatherless babes are born.Speeches by the president: "We cannot ...

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There is a place where the wolf still howls,and the icy wind does blow.And the stars you can see for miles away,far from the place we know.

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There is a place where silence is found,and you can hear the haunting whipporwill.And sit for hours counting stars,while time stands soft and still.��There is a place where rivers flow,where deer and bears roam free.Majestic mountains standing tall,with an air of mystery.��There is a place that calls to me,A place I long to go.Where nature is still there to see,far from the place we know!�© By Rebecca Wiles