WHERE I COME FROM

WHERE I COME FROM

crunching leaves

a smell of the chilling breeze 

snakes, beetles, butterflies 

dancing around as the wind goes by

sleeping with stars above your eyes

and the mysterious sounds from the caves 

missing it all as my flight flies high

knowing it'll never be the same

dried lakes; no fish to swim

no leaves to shade you from the harsh sunlight

insects and bees not coming out to play

anymore tonight

i have come back, but to what?

the leaves on ground

or the factory smoke?

the place where i was before

this isn't where i come from......but the place that was here not-so-long ago

the place where i cry

laugh, eat and dance

the only place i could feel the sky

the place that i came from

the place that now has gone.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I like the questions asked and the honest walk in the poetry.
"the place where i cry
laugh, eat and dance
the only place i could feel the sky

the place that i came from
the place that now has gone."
Thank above lines stand on their own. Truth in them. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[yashmita13]

i am so glad you liked it

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[KurKota]

So young...... so insightful.... so...awesome !!!

[Roger Turgeon]

I guess it's true...you can never go home again. Likely better we take home with us for even if the memory fades we remember the outline ( : O )