![]() HomeA Poem by R. W. Adams![]() Throughout our travels, we will always have a home.![]()
In the foothills of the Appalachian
My quaint nest calls me home To the golden sun kissed skies Where barefoot I would roam I recall memories with my kin The fires which illuminate the sky The plethora of summer nights It's here my soul would lie I traveled high, low, and far away In hopes of finding happiness and truth Little did my naive mind know I had found it in my youth It takes a man so many travels And guidance from the stars above To realize the place you search for Is home where you are loved © 2013 R. W. Adams |
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Added on January 18, 2013 Last Updated on January 18, 2013 Author
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