Jul 2014
I was born of the ceaseless plains
with the endless sky above
It was there I learned to wander
it was there I learned to love
Despite where life had taken me
from green, grass to black, sea foam
Iād cried to each wind filled valley
"will I ever find a home"
Days of life would pass into years
distant plains rang out a plea
Over the rivers and valleys
where my home had drank of me
The Midwest had been calling me
as it echoed out in song
"I am the land of your fathers
and here is where you belong"
Tate
The original with pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1383965/
with the endless sky above
It was there I learned to wander
it was there I learned to love
Despite where life had taken me
from green, grass to black, sea foam
Iād cried to each wind filled valley
"will I ever find a home"
Days of life would pass into years
distant plains rang out a plea
Over the rivers and valleys
where my home had drank of me
The Midwest had been calling me
as it echoed out in song
"I am the land of your fathers
and here is where you belong"
Tate
The original with pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1383965/
For many of the years of my life I wondered why I never felt at home when I traveled far and wide? Then as I aged it came to me. There is a reason birds fly back to where they were born and fish swim thousands of miles to spawn in the rivers they were born from. Who we are is as simple as where we came from. So I came home to start a family and pass that to my own children.
