The city I live in
The city I love
The place where I fit in
is down by the ocean
on the coast of Maine
A place where I will stay, even if it pours
One that fills my heart with joy and love
It makes me feel as though I am right where I belong
On a sunny day, you may see
people walking along the water
with their families and friends
tourists and locals
aged one month to 100 years
and looking at this
you may think
as did I
how wonderful is the gift of life?
You can be born
and reborn again
so many times
just by taking a stroll
along the ocean
and breathing in the fresh salt water air
listening to the sound of the waves crashing down onto the shore
and now you are sure
that you have found
a home here.
Maine is a place
that fills my heart with joy.
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Abbey Winslow
In my free time, I sometimes might write some poems. :) I really appreciate any donations!!! (:
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