Amish my Home

A poem

For better or worse, the places we live make an imprint on us as people.

Since I gave Ohio drivers a bit of a hard time last week, I thought I’d publish this poem to make things right. I wrote this over a year ago for a class assignment about our hometown.

Northeast Ohio natives may notice shifts between Hartville, Canton, Cleveland, and the state itself. Isn’t that cheating? Fair enough. It’s more than one hometown.

When someone asks where I’m from, I adjust my answer depending on the conversation. I think this is a common experience. It’s not that I’m of many minds; it’s that I’m zooming in and out on the map.

For those in other parts of the country, I’m curious how your hometown is similar or different to mine. Overall, I hope we can pause to appreciate the places we’re from.

Amish my Home

Timothy Nisly

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Amish my Home

O H I O

The Buckeye State

The Brownie’s Throne

My village has

So much to do

The Kitchen and

The Hardware too

There’s no debate

Our lake is great

More rest’rants than

The Empire State

Come hop our trains

Traverse the plains

Get lost and found

Inside our maize

Give Jack your bets

You won’t regret

And HELL IS REAL

So don’t forget

Amish my Home

The Brownie's Throne

O H I O

O H I O

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