This was written by a very, very dear friend, Peggy. She is an amazing woman.
I've walked barefoot through new plowed ground
I've traveled the world, around and around
It's never mattered where I roam
It's always good to get back home.
Some say you can't go back again
But I have, time ,and time again
The joy I feel when I arrive
Thats when I seem to come alive .
My roots lie there, within the land
My daddy worked it with his hands
My Mama loved. and cared for all.
While Daddy stood so proud, and tall.
Since they are gone ,It's not the same
It's like a book without a name
But when I'm there , they draw so near
Their voices I can almost here.
I like to walk out in the woods
Stand in the spot where they once stood
I know as long as I return
They won't be sad, their hearts won't yearn.
Please join me in telling her what an amazing poem this is.
Thanks Peggy! Love you!