Going Home

This was written by a very, very dear friend, Peggy.  She is an amazing woman. 


"Going Home"



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!