At Home Here

If I am ever away,

Then I just want to go back Home.

Where when it rains, I can hear the water

Flow into our rain barrels,

And feel the moisture seeping down down down down

Into the roots of the trees.

I can lift up my face into the rain,

As I stare at a star,

And try to understand the message of the coyote.

In the summer the tree frogs

Sing of treasures and the owl

Flies noiselessly by.

Why need I to go anywhere’s else?

When the sun passes through

This one sky in a day.

And the seasons and the blossoming of the moon

Fill my whole world with mystery.



By Trennie Trendle