surrounded by trees
a trailer lies in decay
the front door tugged by the wind
a home left behind
littered with animal waste
shadows seep from doors ajar
you lean back
like you always did
and blow
wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool
just like you always were
I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know
it's all I ever wanted to do
paint a picture
lean back
see
feel
and hear the music
so please understand
I'm not trying to be you
I'm just trying
© Whit Howland 2019
A
Special
Heritage
Of bravery,
Strength, and charity
Abides in hearts and homes.
Legacy of ancestors
Who sweat and bled to birth the town.
And now, the future generation
Is raised to do the same in all the earth.
The mountain stronghold whispers through seasons
Where summer months are warm and busy.
Autumn full of leaves, food, and school.
Winter boasts cold, snowy nights,
The days fun, snow-filled sports.
Spring comes with new birth.
Baby creatures,
Raised spirits,
Grasses
Green.
My
Hometown.
Peaceful place
Where family
Extends the whole town.
A pretty little place
Where friends of old, and friends new
Join in raising kids and moral
Fiber for the world now and future.
Camaraderie of great quality.
Tucked within the folds of beautiful hills,
With coral ledges raised above them,
A place protected from the world.
Becomes holiday retreat
For those who’ve moved away,
But come back each year,
Like drifting birds
Who like the warmth
Of places
Further
South.