Drifts


Oh so fucking cold
The winds the drifts of winter bone chilling nightfall
Early evening sundowns make nights seem more like Borealis dreams
My roots run deep through my veins my ancestry
Everything I know in body and soul lakeland this is all I know look to
The river rushing unparalleled in it's power
It carves away at the land eroding the banks consuming the sands and
Washes away to her majesty
They say there's no place like home and they said it best I've realized
What this place means to me
Lakeland I can see my reflection in the land
I see my form and I know the land reflects my Self
It reflects in my Self







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