Deep in the woods,
Through bushes and undergrowth,
Lies a clearing of Golden Grass.
A gentle breeze blowing through its grasp.
And, although distant, the crash of waves,
On rocky shores can be heard.
The subtle pant of a dog,
The hum of a four-wheeler,
Echoes of laughter, and thoughtful remarks,
Surrounded by family, a memory of home.
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Memories of Home
PoetryI often miss home. I miss my family. I miss the memories. I apologize if these aren't poems, they're really just a way to express how I feel in the given moment; as well as a way to reflect on things happening in my life. To be updated whenever...
