Home ... Or what was Home

I dunno, I just felt like posting something of my memory of what I call home. All the wonderful things that come to my mind about it. Originally I am from northern Ontario, and up there there is nothing but tree's, lakes, stars and the northern lights. Though the place is devoid of technology it is the most beautiful place I've been in my life. Though now, when I return home sometimes, on the sides of the road there are signs of clear cutting of these beautiful wood lands. And these clear cutting is for nothing really. Because there is no development out there. If you want land you can get like ... 16 acres for maybe $12,000 and then you only need a small plot to build a home. So really it is just sad that all these trees are being cut down just for ply-wood and it is really ruining my vision of home. Though this is just a small part of the land up there, I really wish they would do something about it. These trees have been there for over a hundred years and simply "replanting" new trees will take much more time to develop. Anyway, end of rant, sorry the poem is not so good, I just wanted to write about it and get it out of my mind.
- Nick
P.S. I'll probably post some pictures up if I can find them.

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The stars shine bright, bi$rght in the sky
The moon's bright shine, brightens my night
The tree line high, high above the sky
I wish I was there, there tonight

North so far, a north so beautiful
Full of meaning, meaningful life
Enter the angels, angels dutiful
Depart spirits, spirits full of life

Here we all are, we are all lovers of the night
No matter what, no matter we'll fight
Here's our strength, strength from the light
The stars light, light which sets us right

Lovely scenery, scenery of majesty
The green fur trees, trees aged all alike
Lakes emerald in colour, a colour of our dynasty
A beauty no where else, no where a deviant plight

Midnight the time of rituals, ritual of love
The love of here, here is the love found only in this place
A place I come from a symbol, the symbol from above
The clouds on high, on high like white lace

If only I could be there tonight
The stars of my heart would shine so bright
Over beyond the towering green trees
Lay my heart of withering leaves