Way Back Home

A place where the sun blazes

On top of a lonely tree

That holds the home

Of a unique kid

Who has left all behind

To live a quiet life

Away from the hustle and bustle

Of a mean world

That never gave a damn

His feet kick up dust

His mouth tastes the air

The wind plays tug with his hair

As he walks his way back home

By Isaac Gathings 2017

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