These hills are not the Alps

But they take our breath away all the same

These creeks are not the Nile

But they run through our history all the same

These trees are not the Amazon

But they nurture our lives all the same.

No other may recognize the name of this place

No other may stand here in awe, in peace, in determination

No other may take a moment to breath it in

But none of those matters

For this is my home.