The Green Patch

Sat, 05/25/2019 - 21:06 -- bcfrick

Sitting atop ruins

Covering the rotting past

I have found my own hideaway:

This Hundred Acre Wood.

To call my own.

 

Yes, it is far

From the isolation

Oh so common around me

Creatures best beware

Of passerby

 

Nevertheless,

Items of our past

The earliest foundations of home

And new discovery

May be found.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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