Going Home Poem by Angela Wybrow

I’m leaving London far, far behind -
A sense of joy floods through my mind.
I’m returning to my childhood home,
Where along the beach I love to roam.

Onboard the chain ferry, I breathe a sigh of relief,
But my visits back home are often all too brief.
The air feels so fresh; my head feels so clear;
My heart feels happy when my loved ones are near.

I love spending time along the South Coast –
These are the times which I cherish the most.
In London and Swanage I am the same person,
But in Swanage I’m a much more chilled-out version.

There I don’t need to put on an act:
I’m free to be me and just relax.
There’s no hustle and bustle: life slows down;
Folk take their time – there’s no rushing around.

The salty sea air feels like a drug –
It pulls me to it and gives me a hug.
My soul feels free; my spirits rise
When I spy the ocean and hear the gulls cry.

Soon London is calling and I know that I must
Leave my sanctuary and its most welcome hush.
My heart feels heavy and I soon start to yearn
For the day when I am free to return.