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I Belong


greenish grass tinged brown

soggy boggy

feet slide down


sharp poke in the back

a long thick branch

attack attack

a change of terrain

a mix of wet and dry

crispy leaves


hide the pathway to the door of green

where black cauldron like pots

hold tall dying reeds


a taught rope is home

to a solid swing

not sat upon for many years


hidden huts hold mysteries

pieces of another’s life

who I did not know


small buds pointy in shape

red pink and white

they have sprouted late


fallen trees trees too tall

nature is busy for sure

in every nook of the lawn

there is something to explore


and as I sit beside an ancient oak tree

the stillness that surrounds me

helps me to see


that finally I have found

my happy place

my home a place where I feel I belong.





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Darrell Troon
Darrell Troon
20 feb 2023

An enjoyable read. Thank you.

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Debbie Dalton
Debbie Dalton
18 feb 2023

Feels and reads wonderfully, I love trees

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Jes Derry
Jes Derry
19 feb 2023
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I’m the same Debbie

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
17 feb 2023

I think a lot of time spent here in your youth?

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Jes Derry
Jes Derry
17 feb 2023
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Hi Dawson yes it’s a place I used to visit as a child and have now returned there to live


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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
16 feb 2023

It sounds delightful.

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