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 the 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.

Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery