Hiraeth – A Poem

I wrote this while thinking of a very old memory of sitting in an old porch swing I happened to find in the tall grass on an abandoned path. I found the title name for this song from this article (See No. 4)

HIRAETH

In a fetal position

on an abandoned 

old porch swing

Watching tall grass 

swirl in the breeze

The twilight sky 

like a nightingale,

I listen carefully 

as it whispers 

sweet memories

and the old iron 

chains creak…

as the breeze and its song

swing me to 

a place of peace.  

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About Gretchen Leary

I am 30 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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