Begin the long road home.
Turn. Look. Path the sun,
Home your bearings. Walk.
Stop. Flick spiderwebs away.
Yellow, black, Autumn spiders.
Harmless. Blackjack vines
Spiderweb trees...leaves
Trim-edged yellows, reds.
Walk. Palmettos shelter old
Yellow Jacket nests. Evergreen.
Ever good frond caves for
The lost. Woodpecker tapping
His meal. Red head...hammering.
Purple Hyacinth blooms, white hearts
Straggle floating remains of summer.
Sun leans West. Cross goldenrod
Fields, pink glory blooms closed.
No rabbits, too early. Lavender
Asters clump roadsides.
Turn. Turn towards home.
Soft, baked bread. Beef soup.
Fluffy pillow. Dream seen miracles
Nature grew for you. Always woods.
Always the way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
read this with a smile..elysabeth you have done such an amzing job of actually writing in the flitting whimsical way that a child thinks and absorbs random colorful images..its a beautiful piece.10!