sawdust and straw

part of a new town 

moving place to place 

nowhere that i call home 

not a single familar face 

many people say " i'm home grown"

" haven't moved around at all" 

well i've lived in every city 

sit alone. among sawdust and straw

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

savigirl14

I like that you took a simple situation and turned it into poetry

TamingOfSeaWolves

thank you.

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