Written May 17th 2017


The sweet scent of pine and fertile earth.
Blinded with the vision of lush and verdant bushes and trees, in so many more shades of green and brown than I thought possible
Quenching a thirst and a hunger within me
I did not know I had.

The symphony of soft trickling and bouldering roars of teal rivers.
Enchanted by the swirling currents and smooth, round rocks, enticing me to dio my toes in the refreshingly glacial waters.
Soothing a pain and frustration in me I did not know I bore.

Your beaming smile and infectious laughter booming through the forest.

This is home. This was home.

We've surrounded ourselves with steel towers
Walk upon suffocatingly grey asphalt
Build concrete walls against our problems
And the night sky
Once so glorious and breathtaking
Inspiring religions, maps and guiding us across the world
Is now a distant flicker not worth looking at.

Lost in the expansive universe of our sorrows, chemical highs and our phones.

This is not home.

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Written on 2017-05-18 at 15:50

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You have a wonderful way of painting pictures with words. And it is all true. Bravo.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, the good and the bad both well described.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a beautiful write. I smell the fresh pines and hear the rushing of the river and feel the wind blowing and the grass under my feet. It is home! Really beautiful.