SteemitPoetryContest #12 - - - Welcome Home

Welcome Home

Down a wandering path I walkI not know why, was just a lark.Deep in the old growth trees it flowedDue to age my walk was slowed.

Through a break between the trees,I think my eyes they do deceive.A land not right a land not wrongJust a land that did not belong.

I step through the gaps among the treesa voice last heard so long ago, cried out to me,Welcome home you are freewelcome to twenty twenty three.

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The future is never certain, one day an older man set out on a walk, he was never seen again. People searched and searched in vain, but they never did find him. Some say he was taken by Aliens that they had seen strange lights in sky the night of his disappearance. Some say that he fell in a deep dark hole, or a well somewhere. Some that he took all his savings and just left. None knew what had really happened.

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Terry Craft's
Steemit Poetry Contest #12 - Future