Missing Home

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Missing Home

Laying here watching the morning sunrise

 its time to open my eyes

Sweet morning dew that lay upon the earth

Sparkling as the warmth of the sun rays beam down upon them

Sweet smell of fresh dirt waiting to be over turned

As leaves start twirling in the light breeze

A moment of silence in the air as morning begins a new day

Cozy and warm It feels in my bed  

The smell of home lingers in my mind

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Anne’s Poems (16)

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Short and Sweet 0
Hurt and Now Alone 0
Cherish Moments 0
Letting you go... 0
KILLING ME SOFTLY 0
Our Magical Look 1
Locked in a cage ‘till dark 1
Missing Home 0
"A Chance to Dance" 0
"A moment in time held in my heart " 0
“The Day I Met You” 0
“Hopes” 0
Wedding thoughts 0
My Love Long Ago 0
Through all the hurt 0
Hear my cries! 0