Homesick MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I can't stop dreaming of West Point

The tall imposing granite that I still call home

The cadets who marched into our home with "sir"

But were found in the basement in undershirts watching football

The crisp autumn leaves on the mountains and down the road

The safety of the Post, where crime was almost nonexistent

My friends living a block away, who I could call on the spur of the

moment.



I want home to find me here -

In my new house.





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