Once in a Life

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It was eight acres, no more,
scrunched together in three
folds of accordion landscape.

It lodged in the quiet corner
where one rarely-traveled
gravel road ended at another.

Someone else’s fence set limits
along the other two sides;
stands of trees obscured the view.

No house stood across the roads,
only fields for occasional cattle;
solitude was easily achieved.

Eight acres may not seem large,
some shopping malls are bigger,
but it encompassed a world for me.

Seven years we lived there;
my last five years of school
and my first two years of college.

Corners to sides I roamed it
and, playing or working alike,
my imagination hatched and grew.

I sailed on ships, fought battles
and drove endless thrilling races
on my go-cart and mini-bike.

I fed animals, gathered eggs,
mowed grass and cleared weeds,
but my mind was never still.

Some things I did were, perhaps,
a younger child’s games;
but my mind only shrugged.

It was my world, my rules;
I felt as if I got to live
my childhood all over again.

I firmly believe every person
carries within their heart
a certain place and time
indelibly imprinted
with the special name “home.”
That land, that time, is mine.

2 comments

  1. Thank you Sarah. So much of who I am comes from that period of my life. It is almost impossible to pick out anything unaffected by it.

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