PLACES OF THE HEART
Placid beaches - stretched sandy lanes;
White breaking surf nibbling eager toes
Cozy vistas far a flung
Cozy vistas far a flung
Enraptured beings lost in the haze.
Pleasures as such by guilty tabs despoiled-
Pleasures as such by guilty tabs despoiled-
Nothing like the surety of a place called home.
Scaling slopes - cuddling airy mounts
Where the air is crisp …pristine song
Thrill seekers every where joshing so-
Embrace the wind on ski - thrust breasts
While cabin fires with fragrant logs aglow
Dole warmth not akin to a homely heath.
Where love’s pickets bound the soul
Smiles and laughter tickle the lyre…
And there by the nurturing kitchen table
We gather for the breaking of bread
With time honored ghosts of kindred fold
There in their hallowed midst love abides.
Sure ginger bread moments oft' erupt
When each other’s neck we dare to snap
Yet the balm of kindred bliss, heals the pain-
For each heart bears a harvest of cheer.
Dream if you dare of bright spots under the sun
Where revelers go chasing water falls;
My circling wagon has wrapped its hitch:
I’m heading home - my sacred place of the heart.
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