Old Home

This is the place
that broke
my heart
yellow corn gold
heart long
ago
the carved out bench
we sat upon
lamenting goodbye
no longer
to stomp
upon fresh foliage
and our fall
counting red great trees
tasting blue ribbon pies
so far in time
I feel this place
organic streets
leaves of rustic houses
I aged in here
and loved
and lied
a place, peace.
and journeyed too vastly
my name is lost
swept and trampled
under piles of green
whilst dew sweet grain drops
tickle and remind
me of my earth