Comments about Agnes Dobias
Any Place Called Home
In the solitude of a brand new day, I close my eyes, and see
The grandeur of lofty mountains -- the splendor of each tree!
Cotton clouds go drifting by -- in wondrous shapes and sizes,
The skies above so very blue -- a joy in me arises!
I can hear the song of the river -- meandering along,
It's singing to me -- telling me -- "come back where you belong."
Come back and let your heart rejoice -- remembering days gone by,
Hold dear the pictures that return -- in the twinkle of an eye!
There lie the hills before me -- the valleys down below --