I live in the pines
Sometimes
Their scent
Making me reminisce
Grandmothers night gown
Smells of her potpouri
By the beside
Where my dreams began
And while I slept
Coyotes chased deer
In the forest
Behind the house
Thunderstorms, shaking the walls
I prayed to God
To keep us safe
It's in this innocence
I try to live by
Though missing every hour
I spent at that house
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