Path to Home

One foot in front of the other. 

Boots crunch golden, brown, red leaves. 

One foot in front of the, another. 

Wind carries smoke from wood fire. 

One foot in front of, one another. 

Sauirrles skitter across oak bark. 

One foot in front, hold one another. 

Warm cozy wool wraps cool skin. 

One foot in, to hold one another. 

Gold sun hangs in baby blue sky. 

One foot, us to hold one another. 

Dead grass beside a long dirt path. 

One, want us to hold one another. 

Open doors to laughter, games, and song. 

I want us to hold one another.

I am Home.

This poem is about: 
Me

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