Scarred on the years home through,
Haunted tops and barren fields,
Friends left and strangers stoned,
Shattered and beyond, with nothing but hope.
Scrubbed and cleaned,
Even my ears shown
Remember the life
That was too much foretold
Bright eyed, innocent, cousins beside,
Numerous others not far behind
One silent rustle,
Squirrels stamping about,
With winter yonder,
It’s a hurry to fill the last of the stock
Rusted sea, brilliant against the sun,
Gently one by one,
Softly floating to their resting place
Forgotten among the million bonds
A silent snap of those immortal hear
As on gently drifts on my fore
Large and weathered
You have lived life well,
Such a resemblance,
A smile long forgotten
Breaks the spell
I cry of joy, as the winds blow through
The tree on my back wakes up too
I can feel it change,
As it brushes my face
A life weathered well,
See those new buds
It is time for the season of change
So close to native,
A sense of calm,
The simple joy
The rain swept face
Tired a little,
I am here for thee,
My eyes for you,Close in peace.
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