There is a place that lies behind
the twist in the road
with a green and soft pasture.
The birds, they sing, a lullaby
that makes your heart
beat faster.
The trees, they sway, a dance
so sweet, of love and grace
and laughter.
The creek, it bends, so slightly
and flows over and through rocks
well mastered.
The air, it smells of sweet relief
and wraps you in calm
soothing rapture.
My home will always
wait for me now and
forever after.
I love that inspiration hits you from the blue...like in the shower or just as you are trying to go to sleep, just like the world's greatest writers of lyrics and songs! This is beautiful. You have been blessed with a wonderful talent for expressive writing. Even if I didn't know about what you are describing, I would be able to see it. I'm thankful, also, that your love for home remains so strong.
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