Return In The Meadows

Poem By Llew N. Rmail

I sit,
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
alone, peaceful
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
here.
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,
and live
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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