You never forget your roots, the days spent out at the lake will never fade. Dirty water, rock climbing, hunting and fishing days.
When we spent all afternoon outside, with sticks, our imagination, and a few good friends.
The turn in the roads that whisper "almost home"
The smell of mud, gasoline and trees will always be a favorite for me.
Scraped elbows and knees, scratches, bruises, ticks and splinters! Now t ha t was living!
Cloud watching on windy days, icecream in the boiling Kansas heat, spending every waking hour with my brother. These are the things that mean the most to me....
When it was cold or raining we'd sit in front of the tv and the old nintendo or PS2 playing until bedtime
Building forts, indoor and out. Making warzones in the closet, houses in the furniture, jungles in the plants.
The best days of my life, were the ones i spent with my other half. Once a twin always a twin. Through thick and thin, we'll never forget our roots.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
