Breath Of The Land

18 Nov 2010

The clouds are turning the sky into canvas The hills stand as strong guardians They call their territory to the world Their tang of sage fills my senses Now I realize That this is my home This is the place of my birth I will find my comfort in this windswept dirt Security is mine as I look upon this lonely horizon

GrantBrenton

I am a small town guy who has been in the same place his entire life. I can't wait to get out into the world and see everything. On the poetry end of things I am a young and aspiring poet looking for ways to have his poems viewed and critiqued...

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