In the Heart of Ohio
The streets are filled with children and dogs.
Summertime nights are beautiful.
Living is easy in Ohio.
Children are rolling down the hills.
The young have so much heart.
No one seems homeward bound.
Parents call to the wayward bound.
Masters whistle for their dogs,
Their answer is all heart.
Young girls make themselves beautiful.
Muscle cars chug up the hills.
Young studs pick up their dates in Ohio.
Laughter of children rings true in Ohio.
Teenagers are movie bound.
Night falls in the hills.
Night sentry is taken up by dogs.
Moon and starlight on the river is beautiful.
Ohio is Americas' heart.
This small mid-west state is the heart.
Visages of the past are found in Ohio.
No wonder so many are for this state bound.
No trespassers get past the dogs.
Life is simple in the hills.
Strangers wander in the hills.
Perhaps, they look for their heart.
Some travel alone, others with dogs.
Looking for their roots in Ohio,
They are homeward bound.
No other state is as beautiful.
Night sounds are beautiful,
Crickets chirp, frogs croak somewhere in the hills.
Soon teens will be home bound.
Someone receives a broken heart.
The moon shines bright in Ohio.
One lone howl is taken up by the other dogs.
The mournful call of the dogs is beautiful.
People return to the Ohio hills.
To find the key to their heart they are bound.
By Rita L. Smith
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