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I have been everywhere

wondered this world far and wide
I've been to the other side
but there's nothing like

coming home to Home
to sit on my front porch

and drink a glass of water
cut my grass on Saturday morning
and go out in the evening

to take a walk through the alleys

and on village lanes look into familiar faces

 

I want to live a simple life
wake up in the morning to birds

chirping in fields of gold and velvet green
take a long walk down the winding gravel road

listening to crickets singing their songs

 

I want to spend my days in the sweet sunshine
rock in my swing and watch my garden grow
I want to know that I'll always have someone to hold

a kinsman and woman I can take a blanket with

and freely go down to the creek
and let the water wash our feet in rituals

of kinship till we sleep and let go of time

 

I want to be away from these blinding city lights
and go somewhere I can see the stars at night

I want to go with someone to live the simple life

spend the days in the sweet forever sunshine
to rock in my swing and watch my garden grow green
I want to know I'll always have someone to hold
when I live the simple serene village life

away from the steep and craggy granite roads of the city

 

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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