Beside Me

One minute I am here,

The next I am gone.

Where you might ask?

A land where I belong.

Where the mountains demean and the valleys are fey,

The sky is not dark and the clouds are not gray.

I see the creeks and the rivers, chilling water alike.

I see children passing me and giggling, riding on their little trikes.

But looking around, beside me I see

An unlimited world dreamlike and yet free.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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