She's a place of beauty, of freedoms, of laughter, and tears. One of hopes, and faith, and passion, and fear. There's red, white, blue, yellow, black, and the vivid color of truth. She's decorated and adorned with stars, with stripes, pure glory, fine art, fine food, fine people, and memories.
She wears blue jeans on dinner dates, sings along to anything from Motown, and drives a rusted pickup truck to work. She kisses the young, holds the hand of the old, heals the sick, and feeds the hungry who visit her table.
She's a game, a romance, a well worn book, a mirror of herself, and a place called home. She is.