The gravel beneath the tires shifts making a grinding noice alerting the innocent souls that I am here.
The barks of dogs longing for me to let them out and play with me.
The smells that fill my nose explains the adventures of the night.
The toys scattered throughout the yard explains the adventures of the day.
The happy smiles that overflow me show me I am indeed wanted.
This is my home.
The place that saved me more than it knows.
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
