If I Were There

What would I do?

If I Were There

If I were there,

I'd run through the grass and flowers,

Not caring how foolish I'd look,

Playing like a wild child in summertime.

If I were there,

We could just look up at the sky,

Talking about anything and everything,

As friends like to do.

If I were there,

It would probably feel like a dream,

Never having gone that far north before,

Never having breathed the air up there.

If I were there,

It might be hard to come back to the humidity,

But the glassy sea of familiarity,

Would eventually summon me home.

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Rowan Finley

Husband. Father. Musician. Artist. Writer. I hope that what I write will inspire others in the best of ways.

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