Winging Homeward Poem by Helen Crutchett

It's the fire in her soul
The love in her heart
Winging her home.

It's the hard travelled
the painful chasms
human beings must bear.

To the beat of a drum
followed faithfully
Stumbling through
unchartered territory.

The fire torments
Her enquiring mind
Rising again as the Phoenix
On golden coloured wings.

It's the fire in her soul
The love in her heart
She finds her home.

(c) Helen Crutchett