Feels Like Home - Poem by G.R. Gaus
There are certain places we happen upon,
It's possible, these places find us,
Whatever the chance; seem to be drawn,
Humans and nature, tend to coalesce.
Taking a hike by a mountain stream,
Following along, an animal trail,
Traveling by light of a moonbeam,
Looking deep down, into the dale.
Sitting on a log with a natural chair,
As the wind blows high in the trees,
Breathing in, all the fresh clean air,
Embraced; by a warm gentle breeze.
Facing the sun on a cold morning,
Pressed up close, to an ancient stone,
Heat filled surface, slowly warming,
Feels so free, to be out here alone.
Always a clock, ticking in my head,
Must be time, put an end to my roam,
Another day and many places to tread,
But you know; this all feels, like home.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
lived in a place that feels like home……
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