Isanti

by Rachael | April 25, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018

                                              "Little Dot"

The scrawny trails, the old swing tree, it all comes flooding back to me. 

The little store, the small library

It’s simply too hard to believe

This town, my home, this spot

Is actually just a little dot.

The rows of corn, the sky so blue

The sunsets of orange, red, and pink hue

To me, this place always seemed huge

It’s simply too hard to be true

This town, my home, this spot

Is really just a little dot

The Green barn, the leaves that fall

The trees that create a painted wall

How can it contain it all, and yet still be so small?

This town, my home, this spot

Is simply just a little dot.

The cool nights the dark sky’s painted lights,

The white snow, and the deep blue ice

How can such a small place give such delight?

This town, my home, this spot

Is it is truly just a little dot?

The rolling fields, the budding trees

The melody of chickadees

It may be small, but I’ve come to believe

This town, my home, this spot,

Is more than just a little dot.    

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