Hiraeth

My first home stood by shells and sand alike. I passed the days and nights down by the waves. Home two had fields and woods through farms to hike. Our fence was long but I climbed all the staves.  The barn held horses, cows, and many goats. But Crawford Dairy wasn't where we stayed. We traveled north where weather urged, "Wear coats." The year I learned to ride a bike and played.  Back south we went, an urban home was next. Now the urban home was our longest stat. There's too much to say and not enough text. School was a home for a time, far away.  I have a new house with aspects of each. A house that's now home, the past out of reach.

 

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