Heading Home

Homeward Spring

© 2010 Rolland G. Smith

“The time has come the Walrus said

To talk of many things.”

Of heading home where oven’s bread

Is like the Eastern spring.

For me, my roam, and time away,

And journey cross the plain,

Was more for warmth, but I can’t stay

Where heat’s a daily gain.

So now I head to Eastern shore

To see the Tulip’s spring.

Remembering the sound and more

Of peepers birthing ring.

Spring comes with joy to those of us

Who honor species far.

Each prides their place with knowing trust

Despite a winter’s scar.

This is a time to be aware

Of powered place and phrase.

Each spring’s a grace and lasting prayer;

A loving light ablaze.