The Mistress of Word Play

There past the grove of cedars
standing proud and strong
beyond the brook where unclad feet
spent youthful summers
sat the cottage where she once lived.

Here life had been simpler
uncomplicated by the lure
of power, cruelty, and life's intrigue.
In this spot that lay before her
she could relax and once again breathe.

Just beyond the old home place
beckoned the old well
with its promise of those endless wishes
it had and could still grant.
so seductively and ardently it called to her.

The journey had been long and weary
yet she was here once more
back among the beauty she had abandoned.
She had returned again
just as the gentle raindrops began to descend.




Home at Last!