That place we call homeA Poem by Jordan SmithThis poem is dedicated to the new family of friends that I made while I was at Line Camp for college.Four days, four days of no connection to the outside world. Four days with nothing but conversations and dating rumors to pass the time. Four days of independence and one of literal Independence. We saw the beginning, we explored the creation. We became one with the origins of our new forever home. We put those jerseys and caps on and we ate some "Milk and Cookies". We sang, we danced. We ate some Ice Cream and we danced some more. We fountain hopped, We mountain topped. Our mountain was getting here to this moment. Whether by blood line or by God's grace, we are all bound to this one place Now and forever bound by "That Good Old Baylor Line" We walked in as strangers, We walked out as family. No one, nor nothing will ever be able to take that away from us all. As we all sit here, less than two weeks from move-in day, two things are for certain. We miss one another dearly, and we absolutely miss our home. They say that "Home is where the heart is". We all left our hearts back at camp, back at Earle Hall, back at home. That place we call home is where our hearts are and will forever be. That place we call home is Baylor University.
© 2016 Jordan SmithAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on August 10, 2016 Last Updated on August 10, 2016 Tags: Family, Sing, Milk and Cookies AuthorJordan SmithHouston, TXAbout28-year old former poet trying to maybe get back into the world of writing. Slowly trying to find that part of me again while healing my heart. more..Writing
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