Midsummer Homecoming

Home is the humid air settling on my skin,

The smell of salt and mangroves still to breathe

A sense of calm inhale and hold within

The sight of vines around the trees do wreath.

A winding road leads high above the cloud,

Familiar sights and scenes to show the way

Memories fill up the air and emotions crowd,

To my companions so much now to say.

And then I am on the wide wooden deck,

My eyes sail through seas of green canopy,

The cries of birds delight shivers down my neck,

Immerse myself in wonders all to see.

But soon I must depart to work again,

A visit to childhood’s heart somewhat in vain.

By Jane Frost

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