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Coming home from where I had been retracing steps from here to there Has brought my life full circle now bringing back the lessons I share

            
  Tate and his cousin Paige in the 50 ft swing we built 

 

The water's edge rose to meet me

while either side the river lie

Across the bridge and path I ran

past tall fields of both wheat and rye

 

To the meadow where my home sat

there childhood dreams were born and died

I followed the path that life led

my favored angel at my side

 

Here were crafted my hopes and dreams

from hence I’d come to test my skill

To find the place where I belong

perhaps upon some distant hill

 

Coming home from where I had been

retracing  steps from here to there

Has brought my life full circle now

teaching me the lessons I share

 

I had set out to find my purpose

only my own life did I see

But finding love in coming home

my treasured soul had found all three

 

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Author's Note

Sometimes we find who we are is as simple as where we came from.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Tate,

As always a beautiful and romantic piece. However this one is perhaps even more romantic than usual. And I agree. How happy a home filled with loved ones. Money can't buy this. Nothing can replace this. This is what completes us and gives us our sense of purpose and meaning.

A nice one, Tate. Very much enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[WeekendWriter]

I couldn't agree more. Your work continues to impress me. And I will bet that your wife never gets tired of reading your work =)

[The Wave]

Lovely,
It's always a joy reading your work.

In the 2nd stanza, 4th line though, I think you mean, Guardian, not "Guarding".
Overall, I think you did a wonderful job and the last stanza definitely is a beautiful ending.