Change

I live in one of the shiftiest places but most likely not the way or idea that comes to mind. Here in Missouri things change a lot and I mean a lot. The family and I were out for a drive the weather was crazy. It was showering rain and bright sunshine at the same time!  Back and forth this went on for a while.  Another time the weather seemed rather bizarre. It was sprinkling and sunshine then flurrying all at the same time. But then again you get used to it after a while. After all in Missouri you can  experience all four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, winter. Actually it can be pretty cool having crazy weather. Just think about the adventures Missouri holds for the future because things change. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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