Beckoning Arms Poem by David Harris

With beckoning arms
she waits for me
when my travelling
has long gone.
When the wanderlust
has left my soul
and I will return home.
Too many days on the road
brings loneliness to my heart
and all I can think of
is that warming place called home.
The comfort of an open fire
when the winter winds blow;
the loving company of my family
whom I miss with every day,
one day I will get there
when my wanderlust is through
and I will enjoy the pleasures
of life at home again.


20 July 2014