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All It Was

by Destiny Barry


All it was, was a small square

Surrounded by stones, and filled with six boulders

An old wagon wheel resting upon the shed.


All it was, was a small square

Yet that small square was mine

My freedom, my space, mine.


All it was, was a piece of land

Land I could call my own

Land that watched the sun go down and the birds wake up


All it was, was a peaceful place

Beautiful and quiet, only the sounds of thunder and a crackling fire

Sights of the lightning strike across the sky.


All it was, is all that it is

Years have passed, but my feelings have not

Oh how I have missed this place I call home.