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I’ve seen this path before

the familiar roads.

The changing of the leaves

yet the same old trees.

The town is old

but it’s where I’m from.

No place else in this world

feels like home.

I’ve moved away

but not too far.

I can still remember the smell-

all too well.

My heart is heavy

when I pull in.

To the place

where it all began.

The house looks older

but it’s still the same.

It represents more now

than it did back then.

I am now an adult

back then- a kid.

I will always come back

and search my soul.

To this place of peace

it’s what I call home.

 

 

– Hillary Parker

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