Back In My Hometown
Returning to fields rimmed by golden stones
Just there I hear the movements that arise
From August tides lapping; I'm not alone
While rosy daylight cuddles my warm sighs
My hometown blooms again with fine décor
Wildflowers peeping through the lush fairways
As blue-eyed jays trip slowly on the shore
Towards the sand dunes, waking all my days.
Copyright © Henry W | Year Posted 2014
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