Home for AllA Poem by Alfred KukitzHome Sweet HomeHome for All Among dead pines and leaves thrown to the wind I have fallen with empathy for my land, my Earth. If you see me on hillsides or walking down a mountain's path Listen to my breathing it is sweet in its last Forgive my countenance among the dark Amber brush I feel the sadness that home for all is not Earth. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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