On Home and Horizons

At least three times since I have been back to visit my parents, I have thought:

“It’s nice to be home.”

Then I remembered that I haven’t lived here since 20 years, half my life.

Iowa Landscape - by E. Howard

Home comes when I feel my heart
Drop its weight in relief
At the sight of flat land running
Forever towards a early storm.

  2 comments for “On Home and Horizons

  1. April 4, 2011 at 10:07 am

    Elizabeth, Is that your poetry beneath the picture?

    • April 4, 2011 at 2:59 pm

      Hi Chris. Yes, my photo. My poem. XO

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