I want to go home

I wrote this poem at a time in my life when I was living far from home in the city.

I want to go home...

                And sit under the maple tree

                Watching a sunset speak to me

                Of God’s quiet and mysterious majesty.

 

I want to go home…

                And feel the earth beneath my bare feet

                The warm sunshine on my skin

                And a soft breeze caressing my cheek.

 

I want to go home….

                And see the large grand oak trees

                Happily waving to each other in the wind

                Listening to joyful birds singing praises of a glorious morning.

 

I want to go home…

                And walk the quiet forest trails

                Exploring hidden creeks

                And listening to the Great Horned Owls calling to each other at dusk

 

I want to go home…

                And gaze at the heavens

                Of twinkling, winking stars

                On a gentle and peaceful night.

 

I want to go home…

 

By Denise A St. Clair

Author's Note

What do you all think?

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Nice descriptions of nature; I think maybe just ONE "I want to go home" at the beginning would be enoush instead of the repetition. the stanza breaks are fine, and so is the content.

[Chris]

I think that perhaps you need to pause and catch your breath.

[Denise St. Clair]

So true! :)

[Chris]

Life has a way of happening ...a lot... sometimes.