Indefinite Home

Nine hours away, I long to be there

My head fills with a town I use to know

Replaying old memories that I bare

Ever expanding fields of corn and a distant silo

Old friends now have new ones

A town, once so large and full of life

Now small with Four-Hundred as a population sum

Run down and full of strife

The gray skies reflect my attitude

I miss what I use to remember, not this slur

A backwards town in solitude

Supple agricultural land, now dead by the acre

Five years and so much change

A land I use to love now so strange.






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