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My Home...

By thelibrarian, longville, LA

Rubble was all around, the walls barely standing
I saw boards and bricks thrown violently across our little patch of land
My home was gone
All my childhood had been spent here
All my memories would fade.
We would rebuild, but it would never be the same as
My home

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sunnyallday said...
Sept. 7, 2011 at 6:40 pm:

This is pretty good. But for the "all my childhood had been spent here/all my memories would fade." it's kind of like repetition, but since it's only two lines it's kind of... awkward? The phrasing of those two could be a little different :) but I like the idea. Would you mind looking at some of my poems please? :) keep writing!