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COMING HOME
When I see the jungle, I feel like I am just about to come home.
For where I was, I could not hear the crickets, the owl, the water and breeze.
Oh it is nice to be back in Belize.
Where I live back in the jungle with crickets and brids in the trees, feeding and singing along with the breeze, oh it is lovely here in Belize.
For where I was, the trees get looted, the water is polluted,
oh and the air, no it’s not fair, for it is barely there.
This is where I was. Now that I am here, everything is clear.
Now I can see this is where I want to be.
This truly is the land of the free, where nature is blessed with plants, animals and birds in the trees.
This is our little Belize.
Jose F. Martinez
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