Read the poem below and answer the questions that follow
My Village
My village sits upon a hill,
Where morning birds sing loud and shrill;
The river flows below so bright,
It sparkles in the morning light.
The children run through fields of green,
The happiest sight I've ever seen;
Old women sit beneath the tree,
And share their stories, wild and free.
At evening when the sun goes down,
A golden blanket wraps the town;
The cattle slowly walk back home,
No longer free, no more to roam.
(By Anonymous)