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Home And The Heart

These days away

I miss the most

A comfy bed

And warm fresh toast



A friend a home

And non sandy pants

Not sunburn, bruises

Drop toilets and ants



I yern for home

A calling to me

But then again

I love the sea



So many miles

Worn in my feet

I feel so tired

My emotional defeat



This place so calm

Loving and care-free

It's a good holiday

But it's not home to me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this while I was sitting on a beach called "Refuge Cove" at Wilsons Prom around 5pm. I had been Hiking for 3 days and I was so tired, sore and emotional that I just wanted to go home and cry. I remember when I finally got back to the bus, my friend who was in the other group came up to me and said 'hi', I almost burst into tears because I was so happy to see them (It had only been 4 days).
That camp was Hell but I think I'd do it again.

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