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Going HomeWalk with me Down this sleepy country road Now paved and somewhat changed But Once upon a time Being necessary to Tiptoe gingerly over gravel That was always A bit too hot For that long ago Little girl's bare toes To maneuver comfortably. Walk with me Into a pasture It's landscape stretching before us A plush colorful velvet Only Nature could make. Tread steadily through grass Softly carpeting each step Each blade kissed in turn Earlier By the cool morning dew. Sit with me Under Oak trees of many generations Standing Whose canopy of shade Welcomes Soothes Cools The weariest of travelers. Their branches forming a green cathedral As if to praise our Creator Giving thanks For the blue skies and sunshine Above. Stay with me Awhile. Breathe in the fragrance Of freshly bailed hay. Watch gentle cows in the distance Contentedly going about their own Agendas. Glance toward fields Of Sugar Cane Of Cotton Of Corn. All lifting their heads Skyward Toward Heaven and their Angels In charge. Stay with me Quietly Upon this old porch swing When night falls. Stars come out of hiding. The Man in the Moon Says hello. When the smells of Magnolias Jasmine and Gardenias Once more Intoxicate the senses Bringing vivid memories of nights like this Among loved ones so dear Long gone but so close In memory In heart And the crickets Sing and say Welcome home... Again. Pat Reeves (c) February 7, 2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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