
Written while at Lake Argyle. Home isn't necessarily a house, it is where you feel comfortable and most in touch with yourself.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 99 - Published: 10-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062761
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Home
Long yellow grass stands so vert tall
Stretches on into the distance
Covering tall mountainsides
In a harsh struggle for freedom
Gum trees stretch towards the blue sky
Casting little shade below them
Barely enough to shelter me
That is the Australian tree
Birds chirp loudly while the flies buzz
All around my head and shoulders]
As annoying as it might be
This is the outback I love
I would not trade one single sound
Or one bright yellow blade of grass
For this is the landscape that I love
And the place where I feel at home
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