Honors Literature (Freshmen)
12/17/09
Coming Home
Coming home, after so long.
It felt like a dream, like it wasn't real.
Boarding the plane,
While the speakers overhead
spoke of turbulence, departure, and arrival.
Things I did not understand.
America, the Land of the Free.
Only an eight hour flight away.
With movies, games, and a comfy seat
to keep me company.
I looked out the window
At the fields and villages,
and knew I would miss it.
But not yet.
Now I miss it.
I knew I would be so happy here,
in the "New World."
What I did not realize,
was that I was happier there,
in the "Old World."
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