Juvenilia: Telephone Poles

The cool shade was left way back,
Back down the road.
I left it for
Parching sun
Parched grass
And an undiluted sky.

Ramblings of the day - Homesickness

Unrelated, but I think the wistfulness of the song fits today's theme.

I have never had any place I called home, probably because I moved so much as a kid. Which is odd, as nostalgia is such a strong force in my consciousness, especially my aesthetic consciousness. I suppose I had a series of homes, so I guess you can't technically call my odd fits of nostalgia "homesickness."