The Jar

January 4, 2012
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I have a little piece of home,
I keep it in a jar,
To remind me of where I was born,
And where my mem'ries are.

Within there are some simple things:
Soft sand, and clear, cool brine,
Pebbles: dapppled brown and white, And shells that glint and shine.

A whisper, yes, a solemn vow,
That soon i will regress,
A sacred tear; my joy, and fear,
And sorrow to express.

Upon my desk this jar does sit;
It keeps me in good faith,
That someday i will return home,
Just as I've hoped and saith.

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