Blossom

Blossom Poem Lionel Derbyshire Road trip to Blossom My growing up home It is a farm place In sunshine and Fresh ozone Lush and green. I'm heading there I'm going there. Driving on Like running wonder I'm going home, I'm comin home Run wonder. Onward hill's break past Heading on .. Bouncing up and down Little .. little behind me Passing wayward streams Dry winds blowing by On the road again Morning breaks Grey to blue Today is crisp .. true I'm heading Blossom.. I'm going there. I'm riding on Run wonder I'm comin home I'm comin home Run wonder. There ! rise a shape .. A solitary farm gate Swelling great Painted Blossom A name. I ain't dreaming No genie, no lamp. Miles and metres pickle by The birds tickle full of fun They fly up and down. Blossom ! Open your gate .. I am coming in Run wonder I m comin home I m comin home Run wonder Her roof A painted red Her walls still standing tall. The humble rafters looking fine. The windows glowing glee They greet me .. I am going in The big brown door Invitingly in. Carnation's are blooming Red and white A bubble burstling It's buregeon bliss Feeling touching picking No leaf A broken. This home coming treat.. This home coming feast. Run wonder Running for the gate Where I was a child I m home I m home Run wonder Blossom !! Home at last Refreshingly sweet.