ome Sweet Home

I miss the sky I knew as a lass
Yellow and orange, with a hint of blue
Reflecting the shadows of the earth below.

I miss the sea slapping waves on the beach
Sometimes dark and forbodeing with a hint of gray
Where starfish and crabs bask in the heat
Streaked with the sun's golden rays.

I miss the hills I knew as a lass
Purple and mauve with a hint of green.
Heather and thistle bending in the breeze
Hiding the grouse and the cuckoo.

Now they're all in my mind, wrapped up in love
Where I can just linger and dwell for a while
A gift from above, planted there for my pleasure
Sweet comforts and blessings, all these things I treasure.

By Margaret Lawrence August 5th. 1999
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Updated: August 16, 1999. Spinning The Web With Margaret © 1999