An Ode to my Childhood home
Today I woke up and realized
that thirty-two years have gone by.
It seems like yesterday, I was playing
outside with my siblings, throwing
rocks in the creek and exploring
those Kentucky hills. I miss those
days when life was simpler.
We were not rich by any means,
but we had plenty, more than
alot of kids we went to school
with. Now my childhood home
is falling down, taken over by
nature. Kentucky, where my roots
were planted is a haven for pills
and methamphetamine, where
there's no hope to get out of
a terrible situation. The mountains
are being blasted away, and
people's minds are being wasted.
I will always miss "My old Kentucky
home far away...."
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