Snow’s falling at home,
while I ride waves of foam.
Further and further I swim,
but the waves bring me back again,
Pushing me away from the sea,
back to my home, in Missouri
Posted inCreative Writing Poetry
Missouri
Snow’s falling at home,
while I ride waves of foam.
Further and further I swim,
but the waves bring me back again,
Pushing me away from the sea,
back to my home, in Missouri
