Homeward
California's field of vision
brings back fond memories
As these spinning windmills
that decorate emerald hills
What a beautiful vista
How many times
have I been
here?
Passer-bye's observe
For a moment
everything seems to
crawl,,
and pause--
like a slow motioned film
As I drive thru hwy 5 and 99
just I daydream
about this and that
Perhaps:
what was
what is
and what will be...
Poppy's border the freeway
and the local railroad tracks
like sprinkled confetti
Reminding me of childhood
as I would pick a bouquet
for my grandmother
on my way from school
I miss her and my grandfather
I lost my birth parents
too early in life
I miss them immensely
and most of all
I wonder what life would of been like
with them
in it??
And so
I drive on...
An occasional rest stop
calls the restless traveler
and a fruit stand for the hungry
I can sense the ocean in the air
The sequoias are just as near
Sea and sand
pine and mountain wood
I am... almost home...
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
2011
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