ended up here

ended up here

A Poem by Marc Mccune

wondering why and how I got to this place

Sometimes I look at the places
where people from my home town landed
and I wonder what  happened
that they ended up there,
in that particular place.

I read stories, articles and
the personal testimonies
about people from my home town.
Now, citizen pillars of some where else.
I hear about folks from my place
now living in some new space.

You wonder at the stories.
Everyone has a story
about roads not taken,
yet others walking different paths;
either forced or chosen,
to some new place.

Then, I think of those, still grounded to their land,
still walking the same streets.
The thirteen years taken, for me to learn new roads,
recognize new towns,
learn new words for new places
until they are engrained on my mental landscape;
those in the home town, had thirteen years
of being more grounded
to the place we both call home.

I look back at those things,
the events and choices.
Decisions that I had thought would be temporary
and I still wonder how
I ended up here.

copyright March 23 2013 by Marc S. McCune
photo copyright 2013 by James E. McCune

© 2013 Marc Mccune

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I particularly like the last part, very thought provoking

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Added on March 24, 2013
Last Updated on March 24, 2013
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Marc Mccune
Marc Mccune

Hickory Hills, IL

writer/poet, musician/music aggregator, genealogist/historian, fossil hunter/vinyl record collector, reader/collector of ideas I Changed My Mind (blog) Instagram Tumblr facebook.. more..

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