It took a lifetime
to get here – to this little
brown house I call home.
Nestled among rolling hills,
tucked beneath tall pines,
sitting at water’s edge, it
rests. I know with all
my being I don’t own this
small house and land. They own me.
JDG
(With gratitude to all who helped make this dream a reality)
aholdingplace 
Beautiful.
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This makes me think about Aboriginal morals; how they don’t own the land. Nice poem!
-T
https://harbourwave.wordpress.com/
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Thank you, Tiegan, for your comment about the Aboriginal morals. It feels good to be connected to such an ancient sentiment. I’m glad you liked my poem.
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Beautifully delivered, Joan
My best to You
john
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Thank you very much, John. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
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