Found in the Backwoods of Ocala

Jun 10, 2009 20:01



In those weekends at Ocala,

The farm where papa leaned life,

I found a cat with sunset eyes,

only for mama to shove it out the door

of the pale blue minivan before we headed home.

I found an orange tree that was never ripe,

and a pile of sand that resided close to a pile of manure.

I found an old chicken coop my father built

and a ( Read more... )

poetry in motion, ocala, poem, granpa, family

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turkeyish June 11 2009, 05:42:08 UTC
lovely, it makes me feel so happy and peaceful. <3.

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