It reminds me of Home.

Where exclamations did not reach stopping points

Where grown men roared

With growls and excitement stretching for

Ears of neighborhoods behind where the sun sets.

Oh, these men moved mountains

Each time the reoccurring cheers and slams were

Daring

Enough to penetrate dreams.

And the women moved mountains, too.

Whenever whatever stops them

From seeing where the sun rise.