Poem: Hometown

Rays of light filter soft through ancient trees,
Deep forest whispers many secrets to me;
Vibrant green fern plants cleansed by the rain,
Woodland voices echo faint on the breeze.

Bluest abyss encompasses all it can reach,
Feeds the sky to nourish the thirsty earth;
Sandy shore and crashing mirth of foam,
Fills the ears with sweetest song.

Simple core at the centre of quiet lives,
the market and park and coffee shop;
Of all things that come and go so fast in life,
grateful to have known a true hometown.

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