The Way Home

Martha L Shaw - Poet, Writer, Author, Artist

Oh, the search, so far and wideFor changing leaves or changing tide. A mansion on a hill so high,Or sleeping bag beneath the sky? The road, so long with many lanes . . .     At times by foot but oft by planes. Will my journey ever end?Or, will another cloud descend? Then, looking in your eyes I knew,And every doubt suddenly flew! For home is not a place apart,But somewhere deep within the heart. By Martha L Shaw © 1-15-2014


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