Filling a void feelingA Poem byButterflies and blossom scented breeze,
adorn backyards as winter flowers bloom, some known, others don't have a name. Golden sun rays shining through the trees, a little house, a little boy, a smile, a photograph of home in a golden frame. A bird eagerly makes its call of love, then wait to hear a response from its mate, silence, then a similar distant call. The wind rustled the heads of trees above, then came down, to the flowers of previous night, dried leaves and petals on the ground, the first of the winter fall. The first shade of winter blues, a weary mind, pair of weary eyes, long for home. the lone traveler feels a void inside. The bonds of life and living that, a human, bind, pull too strong and a ' feeling alone ' again, straining eyes, them teardrops couldn't hide. Sunny morning, little house, the garden flowers fair. Old watchdog shaking off its sleep, freezes, pricks up an ear. Familiar smell of cooking in the air, a welcome bark, is the traveler home? ? The dog ran off. Someone near and dear? ? Home....sweet home......sweet home. © 2011Reviews
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