Those days
Spent in the woods
At your uncle's
Or your grandpa's
House
Exploring
Jumping over the creek
Running down steep hills
Sliding down fallen leaves
Smoke billowing into the air
As the bonfire only grows larger and larger
Chasing after deer you know
Are going to outrun
Outpace
You
Knowing you'll never get lost
Only need to
Climb a tree
And catch sight of the black smoke
Rising high like a
Skyscraper
Knowing
That a s'more
Will be there
To greet you
Whenever you head back
It's those smoky days
That make life worth living
Letting the dogs chase you
And climbing the trees
Pretending you're one of the stray cats
That's practically part of the family
It's driving the old Jeep
That is far older than you
And honestly
Shouldn't be still running
It's driving it through the maze of trees
Despite never having driven before
But who cares
Your uncle
Handed you the keys
And asked you to grab the mail
That's down the nearly quarter mile driveway
It's smoky days like those
That make me long for
The midwest countryside
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
