Trail

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little something in memory of my old house.

Submitted: August 04, 2017

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A walking trail

I could share many a tale

A big part of my past

It was a blast

 

How I miss this place

Such a wonderous space

Your many curves about

A short and simple route

 

Hours upon hours

Walking in showers

Sit on a rock

Just to have a talk

 

Under the wire fence

To gain entrance

Now we shall see

How pretty nature can be

 

At first it was plain

Can't really explain

It would soon become home

A place I loved to roam

 

Often secluded

Wish people were included

Sometimes a friend

Would make time to spend

 

Moving down the hill

Took a good bit of skill

Coolest at the bottom

In the middle of autumn

 

Often would sneak

Have one person peek

Lighting a smoke

And sometimes a toke

 

I suddenly had to leave

With little time to grieve

You will be missed

As long as I exist

 

 

 

 

 

 


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