I thought of this poem as I was working on a project for my English class on the litature of the old pioneers...hope you enjoy-Hoboghost
Days go by as I look at the endless expanse
As I watch the land roll towards the horizon
With no fence or house in sight
As I watch the crimson reeds dance in the light breeze
The sun shinning on nothing but me and the trees
As I look back towards the grey blocks I've left behind
Wondering if they could change my mind
I look towards the endless wild
And I see a new home just waiting to be found
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Poems Of The Third Order
PoetryThe third order, an order of knowledge and wisdom. Let these poems be a reminder to what we have lost throughout the ages Thanks to @ephemerain for making this awesome cover
