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The purple blue mountain tops and rolling green hills
The smell of pine and touch of the wind in my hair
The warmth of the summer sun caressing my face
Telling me it’s time for a new place
A new home and new school
Someplace where I might not meet people kind and true
The moving van was packed tight like the stars on a warm summer’s night
The road was winding at every street corner
The new home was dusty and cold but
School began later that fall
And I was alone there after all
I was the new girl that nobody knew
And all alone I began my first day at school
Debating my thoughts of this new place
I decided I would try to finish the race
I learned that throughout the years people will come and
People will go but in
The purple blue mountains and rolling green hills
There will always be a home
When I am alone
~a.b