Regret
There are houses where I used to play
the backyard is not what it used to be
okey dokey I thought that I could go
there anytime and I thought I would be able
to sit there with that view of the city
smell the pines hear the birds watch the hawks soar
sit and be quiet or converse with God
and hear His voice fly on a windy
day and feel his presence in the silence
of the rocks and trees and grass and flowers
that grew wild on the cliff but now spring up
alongside a swimming pool cedar deck
of someone that I do not know. I pray
that they love this place more than I do
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Just this week I was thinking about the hill in my old backyard growing up on Scenic Highway. I was thinking how nice it would be to lay down there at night like I used to do growing up. The grass was so soft the sky went on forever. I wish I could go there and sprawl out on my back and just gaze for a while. I know that it is the same night sky that canvas' over my yard, but I'd still like to go there. I still think about it.
I know, I would get arrested.
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