My Heart And My Home

April 22, 2010
By Miranda Morgan BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Miranda Morgan BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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I have brainstormed places, places I love and places I hate.
As I went, only one place came to my mind, a place of love and hate.
The place has been called many names: cabin, cottage and lake house
But I call it my heart and my home.

Green grass grows with no restraint or consideration.
Tiny rocks and shells are scattered across the pale sand
At the foot of the beach lies the enormous lake that shouts its greetings.
As you lay in the sun the waves sing to you a sweet lullaby.

The sun beats down on the black shingles on the roof
The white siding is un fazed by the heat pouring out of the sun.
A picnic table bears the marks of many children over the years
Sweet smelling smoke fills the air as my dad fires up the grill

Stars have been painted across the sky so bright there is no need for a flashlight.
The warm cabin envelopes you into a giant bear hug as you walk in.
Laughter hangs in the air like thick fog and you know you are home.
This is my place. I love it and I hate to leave.

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