HOME
by Phyllis Beebe
I went back home again
today
in the misty morning fog,
To where
long dead ancestors lay
beneath dew cobwebbed
sod.
Following familiar roads
that skirt
the primordial fen,
Threading leafy mountain
coves,
heading Home again.
My heart each
mile more strongly beat,
created of that
earth.
I need to feel under my feet
the
soil that gave me birth.
Welcoming arms mere
memories
blown bye on summer wind.
Strong
and warm they seem to me.
I am at Home
again.