Disclaimer: This poem is rightfully mine; no one else’s. And I’m not stupid enough to copy someone else’s work, just to let you know.

Train whistles fill the air

with a loud, clear, piercing sound

almost like the beating of drums at a fast rhythm

When I’m lying awake in bed, it comforts me

It reminds me that things are still normal

Some things won’t change

like the sound of the train’s whistle

at night

The grey-colored BP factory is still the same

Stinky as usual whenever you pass by it

Layers – plates of different colored farmland decorate

the landscape

Weather’s scorching hot as usual

Suffocating

An occasional breeze comes through

A pack of white-tailed deer cross a railroad

Every now and then a glimpse of a classmate at the

local grocery store

Various moods at school

Creating havoc at home (and thus driving my

parents crazy)

The comfortable feeling that everyone does not

know everyone else

Nor what’s happening with every single person within

a 5 mile radius

A bunny runs away from our garden after my

dad scared it

A McDonalds bus turns at a corner

The sight of self-lawn mowing people

Long lines at the local cinema (the one near

Office Depot)

As I turn into the driveway

I look at the two-story red brick house that has

been my home for two and a half years

I feel this realization sweep over me slowly

I’m truly back at home at last.