Home Is Where You Make It
-
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…
-
Where I’m From Is Not My Home The road so long and longer years I’ve been so long away. Back then I thought I’d be back soon Who knew how long I’d stay? But one thing led to something else And that to something more. Now years have passed and nothing looks Just like it…
Brain Bits To Go 