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HOME AGAIN
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POEMS FROM POET FREAK HOME AGAIN
The day
is
perfect,
a breeze
from the
winds of
time
blowing.
Gently
tossing
my hair,
an old
dusty
road ever
calling
me home.
As I
approach
the meadow,
there
awaits my
family
young and
vibrant.
An old
oak tree
still holds
childhood
memories,
My swing
held by
a strong
rope.
suddenly
I rush
to be
there,
Once again
I realize
it's good
to be home.
copyright by heather burns
