she still writes poetry

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a poem about home

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after seven years away, 
I find the Tasselled Pines still provide shelter,
conversations too;
the wit present in each chat
embodies a love not chilled by time.

home, where it all began,
where Hope is forever being Restored.

​although a row of Dirigo Maples
divides one land from another,
tenacity lives in the wind,
freely dwelling, mending,
just as the ocean waves
carry resilience
to each inhabitant.

hearts along these shores
​continue to be Wells of Hope,
​mirroring nature.
though some rocks in the bay will crumble
when erosion tests their endurance,
the ocean always builds anew;
she still writes poetry.

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