Roots
Dear Washington,
I miss you
I haven’t seen you in 7 months
It’s been too long
I miss your forests
Lush and alive
More green than any place I’ve ever seen
I miss your rain
Constant and cold
Touching everything under the sky
I miss your shores
Freezing and rocky
Perfect for summer days
Dear Washington,
You’ll always be a part of me
I love you
This poem is about:
My community