The smell of cow manure and apples,
The sight of camouflage and deer all over the place,
The feeling of teamwork and compassion,
The taste of fresh produce and peanuts,
The sound of people working on their farms and for equality.
A welcoming community
With very little diversity in any form,
A team effort of hundreds for others
With helping victims of Flint water and Hurricane Sandy
And getting things to send to our veterans on the holidays.
A place where you can be yourself
Even in public areas, you don’t have to worry about being judged.
A place where you have a safe haven,
Be it in athletics, clubs, or the arts.
This is the place I take with me
Even when I’m far from home.
I often think to myself…
“There’s no place like home”
My home will be Jackson
No matter where I go, or how many people I meet
This small city in Michigan
Is my home, no matter what I encounter
Jackson, Michigan is and always will be