Returning Poem by Ima Ryma

It is an autumn of my life,
And through the wilderness I roam
Alone and feel no stress or strife,
But feel at last I've been called home.
Through golden leaves upon the trees
The mountain lake does beckon me.
There is a crispness in the breeze.
It's time and place I'm meant to be.
I knew this journey would be mine.
Returning, memory beguiled,
First time seeing this same design
Of autumn spent here as a child.

Then made a promise, now I keep,
This is my time and place to sleep.