LOVE Poem: Home, by Catcher Cozby

Laying under the Oklahoma moonlight-
My fingers ache after a long days work
Hauling wood and moving furniture
I can feel the splinters buried beneath my skin
I walk out into the pasture
And listen to the wind whispering through the cornfield
Like a comb brushing soft strands of hair
I find a soft spot in the ground
Like a warm cozy bed
The smell of dirt surrounds me
And I hear the croaks of frogs in the distance
With the buzz of cicadas along its side
I wake up with the sun beaming in my face
The train horn blares from afar
This is the sound of home
Lost –
The crowd cheers wildly
The stadium is rocking
I have a smile on my face
But I look out into the sea of people
And realize
We are all the same

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