The house down on the road,
not perfect but a dream.
This is home I was told,
please try to keep it clean.

Year after year I grew,
Experiences shared.
Each year something was new,
Good or bad I had bared.

The morning wind would blow,
The breezes you could feel.
The animals would show,
Comfort to scars that heal.

I would see the blue sky,
And wonder within thought.
The Birds chirp and they fly,
what of those that are bought.

The simple things we take,
Are ones used to create.


CC BY-SA 4.0 A Place Is But, A Place by Thuytien is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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