My Home
By Rob •
I've a good feeling at dawn.
The trees have some strange music,
and as a breeze plays with them, they sing
their song.
Kites and bikes, and all good things.
Albion's sun warms us all,
while roaring and hot white, it dives to
the west.
Smaller arms, tickled by cold.
Larger ones wrapped around them,
this is where I live today, this is
my home.