Ode To Home I remember this place. Glimpsed, Longed for as the train Leaves the station and Trundles past Sun-scorched fields. I knew it, once. Knew its roads, its trees, And the Endless thread Of Wild wood tracks. I knew, Knew how the willow Wept, cried herself into the Brook until the tears Swept away and I Caught them, shook them Dry and fed them To the earth. I knew, Knew how the summer Lit up the world, set the Land alight and my eyes, My eyes caught The flames and set them Deep until I became Fire. And in my longing I burn, remember This place and set my Memories down, Down. I'm soft as the Tears fall, Glimpsed. And, In my longing, I know that the fire will Never fade.
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