Homesick

To live by your own hands

That is my dream, to run away

Far into the wilderness

Make a cabin to shelter my head

Raise chickens and pigs for butchering

I should have been born seventy some years ago

I want to feel connected to the earth again

Like when I lived at the old house

Down Little Wolf Road

Always something to do, somewhere to go

No people besides your neighbors who were a mile away anyways

A creek running behind, a sand pit across the road

Freedom abounds when you're a child with a playground of wilderness ahead

To live in this town, even though it's not even three thousand people, is hell

I feel the weight of the concrete, bricks, and asphalt crushing me

I want to be back home, the feeling of homesickness is deep after ten years

Of never finding a place you felt at home