PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

HOME AGAIN
The day
is
perfect,
a breeze
from the
winds of
time
blowing.

Gently
tossing
my hair,
an old
dusty
road ever
calling
me home.

As I
approach
the meadow,
there
awaits my
family
young and
vibrant.

An old
oak tree
still holds
childhood
memories,

My swing
held by
a strong
rope.

suddenly
I rush
to be
there,

Once again
I realize
it's good
to be home.

copyright by heather burns