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NaPoWriMo Day 29

New Home

I grew up in the furthest way

I think there is from here.

With forests, hills and streams and glades

And skies so high and clear.

My heart lives still in wild lands

With beavers, wolves and bears.

The towering trees and babbling brooks

Far from this city’s cares.

It was a strange and winding road

That brought me to this place.

From peaceful lands to find my way

In this bustling rat race.

Although I miss my wildhood home

And feel I always will,

There’s much to love here where I am

There’s beauty ‘round me still.

The glow when first the golden hour

Lights fog in canyon streets.

And losing sight of building tops

When rain comes down in sheets.

The brilliant sun lights tower’s glass

Against a louring sky.

Above bright gulls go wheeling there

Scream their familiar cry.

When I was young, I could not think

Just how far I would roam.

Still, I am glad young me was wrong,

Love my adopted home.

Cheers,