Clinton My Home

 

A place where I stand, A place where I shine,

Join hearts and hands, where happiness is mine.

A place where the water is gentle and kind,

Where golden skies meet, with beauty divine.

Where the Osprey is free, on the vast timeless sound,

Where the weary heart can be, and memories are bound.

Where the marshes are lush, with the twisting of streams,

Where the boater can boat, and the dreamer dream dreams.

Where the songs of the ocean, can wander and roam,

And sing out to the town, Clinton my home.

 

author Patrick Gasparini 

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