This House I Call Home
This house I call home…
As I leave my house, to gather more logs, I see the distant mountains and sense a cooling breeze.
I experience the tranquility of the scenery surrounding me as I notice the horses, quietly grazing in their field.
An eagle flies high surveying his prey below, as I listen, to the sound of running water, from a nearby brook, which adds tone to the atmosphere.
The sound of nature overwhelms me and brings a greater awareness to the wildlife inhabiting the woods that surround me.
A stag stands alone and alerts me, clearly knowing of my presence, as I stay motionless and breathless, so as not to disturb.
For this truly is a time to ponder and appreciate….
This house I call home.
Peter J. Hurst
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