here's a poem about home. i hope you enjoy.
Rushing cars, aging scars.
Honking horns and corner stores.
People to and fro, not even a single hello?
Text and call, bump and scowl.
Musky air, frail and still.
People stare and glare.
Buildings sky high, not a single star in sight.
City lights and frightening nights.
Is this home?
For you maybe, but not for I.
Waving wheat, a golden sea.
Old men talk in a country store.
Dirt roads and potholes.
Open fields and skies so blue.
A warm breeze blows right by.
A quilt of many colors spread out wide.
Never fear of what's outside.
Firefly's and sweet goodbyes.
This is my Home.
Laura Powell (Pink)