To Each His Own..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

because the birds always
come here
every morning
render their songs
and stay for a while
because you are kind with
your grains
not selfish with your time
because the trees
offer themselves as homes
because the boy was taught
to just watch
how they fly away
there is no chaos here
nothing bloody
there is harmony
because this is it
keeping each in place and
in freedom
this nook has long
yielded itself to peace
and quiet....

and this is where home is
to each his own
to sing each song
and wander long....