Home Again

Beneath the yawning azure skies of Earth, We left our seed to wend the Sea of Suns, And prove the binding mettle of our worth, Beyond our violent need for war and guns. We plunged an aching void of endless night, Through spinning rainbow nebulae of death, To wondrous planets multi-hued and bright, But none with Terra's sweet enchanting breath. Ten thousand worlds of mystery, we found Grand vistas, picturesque, for us to roam, Yet, in the end, we turned our trek around, Still yearning for those colors of our home. To wade, again, the meadows of our birth ... Beneath the yawning azure skies of Earth. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 400, Any Rhymed Poem, Any Theme, A Minimum Of 2 To A Maximum Of 14 Lines" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 7th Place ~ in the "Nature Scene Orphan Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Dale Gregory Cozart, Judge & Sponsor.