stranger to blue water

sing to me.

 

i've been a stranger once more

to your hills and valleys, to the

gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.

i've been a stranger

to the red barn

with the smashed-in windows, to the denim sky

and the silos

calling me home.

calling me home.

to think

my new home looks like you, if i squint.

how funny,

that this road that isn't yours

will always remind me of you. five

years now.

i've been a stranger

far too long

to your pale crescent moon

and cool wet night

 

let my memories gather round

round and round

round like the loop on the dirt roads to our house

round and round you.

take me home.

 

inspired by "take me home, country roads" by john denver 

Posted in response to the challenge The Value of Communities - Writing .

star

NH

15 years old

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