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Notes from the road. A country-style song poem

I experiment a lot with poetry, especially by building the structure more like a song text. In this case, a country song. I don’t know much about this field, but still I mix things the best I can. I’d really appreciate your feedback.

You think about home,
about that place
of warmth and change.
You think about home.
You dream the road
that brought you home.


You were small but bold,
climbing the trees,
climbing the trees,
the highest trees —
you think about home.


A cold wind breeze,
it lifts the leaves
on that old road,
that dirty road,
your road to home.

A.O. Homorodean