Florida's Foreverly Shores
Still one of the prettiest words
in our language ... H O M E.
It always calls my name, summoning me
to its front porch swing, its gardens
filled with fragrances of childhood.
My favorite place to be ... H O M E.
Of such wonderful thoughts and callings ...
you have rendered a look at your seasons.
Beautiful, my friend.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~