Poetry

My North Carolina Home

Home is a dogwood bloom

A long-leaf pine

A Carolina moon

Home is a cardinal red

A run-down barn

A rusted shed

Home is an open field

A John Deere tractor

A daffodil

Home is the smell of fresh-cut grass

Flowers growing wild

Sweet tea in a glass

Home is grapes growing red on the vine

A hawk in the sky

A place to unwind

Home is a spring watching flowers bloom all around

Home is an autumn with leaves falling to the ground

Home is a summer spent fishing a small pond

Home is a winter waking to a blanket of snow at dawn

Home is my mom hanging clothes on the line

Home is my dad in his shop just passing the time

Home is the place where memories were made

Where prayer was a part of every day

Home is the place I’ll always long to be

Among the yellow pines and the evergreens

No matter where life takes me this one thing I see

My North Carolina home will be there waiting for me