My identity
Starting on a one lane road
To water glistening in the sun
Simple things
Remain unnoticed
Many, from far and wide
Gather on this peaceful side
Isolated in their own peace
I hear small things
Birds chirping
Boats passing
Bass splashing
All, in the beautiful lake
Open Fields and Gravel Roads
Nothing can please me more
Sun on the water
Wind in the trees
I wonder, how none of these
Are noticed by any of the others
In the city I often see
Many things that don’t compare
From large buildings
To public parks
Nothing can please me
More than the middle of nowhere
It may just be me
And who I am
To appreciate the things that have shaped me
The simple things
That try their best
Are almost never
Given full respect
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