NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 8 -- My Place -- A Saturday Morning Poem

my Place

My place? I have no place

There's no place of solace for me

Oh there are places I can go

But none that I can call my own

 

There' no place just for me

But back when I was very young

There was such a place I could go

Down by the creek half mile away

 

On the southeast corner

Of Dad's farm it was, habitat

A place where wildlife spent their years

And I could come for afternoons

 

A place for me to sit

A place where I could run, deer-like

A place where I could be naked

And do what I liked, even smoke

 

Now it's not my place, mine

That place remains, 'twas me who left

I tried to carry it with me

I have a home but not a place

 

In younger years, almost

I'd ride my scooter up and down

Roads either side the Rio Grande

Now it's my ragtop old Mustang

 

It's not like younger days

Still try. I have a room, study

But it's in my home, one I share

I have no place to go away

 

My place? It's in my head

In my heart, there's a younger day
Mustn't let those days slip away. 
I may go and there I may stay

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky  at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Hope and the Places That Heal You, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/hope-and-places-that-heal-you.html 

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 - I'm also linked to Day Eight of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-4/

My poem is inspired after reading Sherry's posted poem by Wendell Berry.  It is a tear jerker of sorts. http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/hope-and-places-that-heal-you.html