Country girl, I salute thee for thine rusticity;
That devoid of complexity, which
Bathes thee naturally without made-up artificiality,
Thou art only thou; not try to become such.
Least conscious about thy greatest gift,
Thou pour smile uninhibited,
Truth about thee never shift
Beneath thin layers venerated.
I like thee for what thou art,
Too little thou have to show other than thou,
Thy inner self and outer never part;
False seeds thou never sow.
Thou represent crystal clear beauty,
Thank God for thy farness from the city!
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