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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Labels: NaPoWriMo 2017, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form