Log Cabin Chronicles

Coming Home


Dandelion puffs and clouds
Curl themselves around the trees
And while the flowers and grass embrace
The little brook makes music with the breeze
And I, curve my spine and hang my head back
Ever as far as it will go
And arched like this I spin
And the freedom from within
Is escaping through my skin
In wonderfully coloured waves of simple joy.
I dance and dance and dance this way
Until my body stops and stands
I look around for hands to hold
To share a sky that's pink and gold
And suddenly,
See inside of me
And know that I'm alone
I wrap my arms around myself
It feels so fine to be with me
I think I'm coming home.

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