A Shire Morning
Early morning, late July in the year of vision
Sun just leaving the horizon
Morning chill mixes with the symphony of birds
Corn a deep green fence sitting across the road
White clouds mixing with the changing hues of blue
I stand at the end of my driveway
Breathing in the new air
Exhaling the fear of troubled sleep
The neighborhood goes quiet as my soul spins
into an eternal moment
I feel how all directions
lead back to where I am standing
No matter where my story leads
or the adventures my children grow into
Home is here
The sun warms my neck while the breeze cools my face
I close my eyes
At least for a moment
I felt that all was good in the world
