Silk Grass

I hear the wind sing my name

Feel the silk grass on my toes.

Trees sway, untame- mountains smile…

Welcome home

Welcome home in style.

Full sprint- with this life content.

Skip, spin, footprints-

Light as a feather.

The Sky stretches open and wide

Like it’s been waiting for me.

No more shadows to hide-

Fresh air in my lungs and the space to be free.

Welcome home

Welcome home in style.

Full sprint- with this life content.

Skip, spin, footprints-

Light as a feather.

And the wind still calls my name

Soft through the leaves as I roam-

Every step, every breath the same whispering low-

You’re home.

Full sprint- with this life content.

Skip, spin footprints-

Light as a feather.

Silk Grass is a poem I wrote inspired by the welcoming feeling that I get every time I go back home to West Virginia. This is the state I was born in, and I was raised in these Appalachian Mountains. I was forced to move away to Texas when I was thirteen years old and we would come back to visit here and there. This is the feeling I would get the moment I would step outside and touch my toes into the mountain grass and breath in the fresh cool air.