Not To Far Away

I loved the soft sound of the wave's and
The mist of the midnight air on P. Beach,
This is where I go when I feel I am all alone and
Far away from home ,

I swallow up all my pains of long ago when I left
From a place I thought was my home ,
But I was so wrong ;

I had always loved the daisy-covered ground,
The cloud-bed apple sky.
And not too far away was the farm of cow's and
The little chickens making their sounds ,

Texas was my old stomping place where I had
To learn many heartbreaks , And I always prayed
For rain to come and wash out all my heartaches
That came my way ,

The storm appeared when I moved away
To California to live out my better day's
The very voice of Jehovah touched my heart and
Let me Know he was with me where ever I go ,
That I was not far away from home .


Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)