Going Home
Recently I have been looking through my old poetry book from high school. Man, some of that stuff is just God-awful! Some was kind of trite but the sentiments seem spot-on, even now. And some is… OK.
I wrote this poem in 1975 or ’76, I think, on a bus ride home from Middletown where I was visiting my friend Lori.
Where are you here from?
Where did you begin?
I’m a child of the mountains
And I get my strength from them.
I breath the peaceful splendor
Of earth and sky and stone-
Yes I’m living in the city
But the mountains are my home.
Who holds you close at night?
Whose love keeps you warm?
I’m the bride of the forest
In sunshine and in storm
When the trees are watching over me
I never am alone-
Now I’m staying in the city
But I’m wishing I was home.
And where will you go
When your time is done?
In the embrace of the ocean
All life will be as one.
The cycle always turning,
From death, new life will grow-
No matter where my feet may be
My heart is going home.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.