Llew N. Rmail
Return In The Meadows - Poem by Llew N. Rmail
in my rocking chair,
waiting for the rain.
I’m sitting on my long front porch,
emerging from my cabin.
I am here, on this land
The long grasses in my front yard
sway in the wind.
they are grotesquely beautiful.
In the distance I see a glint,
a bright light reflecting,
off my metal snare.
It catches my meat for food.
It is so quiet, so peaceful
It is my long lost home,
the place I’ve always been,
even in the city.
I love just to not care,
have no worries,
the life I’ve always wanted to live.
It is the greatest place,
and was the greatest time,
when I returned in the meadows.
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