No Place Like Home

Not a part of the Icelandic trilogy, but I've become quite homesick recently, so I wrote this to stave it off for a while.

Mountains, on the skyline, peak
waves lap upon the shore
we bounce along this dirt road
our engine purrs and roars

Rocks, rivers, trees and grass
paint a breathtaking scene
yet, despite all this beauty,
it doesn't change a thing

Your face, I see
in every cloud
and on the wind, I hear,
your voice so loud

"There's no place like home,"
the gravel 'neath our tires groan,
"All these things you see
will never quite be

Home."

Reviews

[Relic]

A very enjoyable poem that's easy to read and understand. Love is a powerful force that lingers on the mind like a warm comfortable blanket. Home, as they say, is where the heart is. Bravo for a great poem.