Returning Home

Returning home After decades of wandering over the globe I am back here at the point where I started My home at the top of the lush green mountain Stood along the canopy like a monument of time Through my Mahogany framed windows I see the cloud capped Seven Virgins That shook the aviation history With an unfortunate chilling story When a giant metallic bird on it’s flight Crashed with all on board in a cold dark night I remember the thundering crash Followed by a screen of flames Looked like shells we see in films The smell of burning life and metal Wafted the air ,like in a field of battle Seven Virgins have buried that memory And moved on with the new century Dew on tea bushes, sparkle like diamonds Cold breeze greets me as I do my errands The choirs of songbirds and cokatoos Make me sing and dance to their tunes Mother Nature noticed my return Greeted me with a cool shower rain Everything makes me feel very young This is my home, where I belong