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Home is a town in Oklahoma |
| I left a piece of my heart in Oklahoma, in a little town close to the Kansas boarder, in America’s Hometown. Blackwell calls to me across fields of waving wheat, across the Rockies snow capped peaks, begs me to come home, to return to the place of my birth, and confront the ghosts of my childhood. My grandparents’ graves call to me, ask me to make one last visit before I pass through death’s curtain and we meet again in paradise under the Tree of Life. Line count:15 Form: Free verse Written for February 2010 contest
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