It has been suggested that I post some of my poems, so here is the first one.....
Home
Travelling north to where I was born
Toward summers of childhood memories
I catch the yellow fields set against blue sea
And know that this is home.
Echoes of school call from the city
Of kind eyes and easy humour
Where my faith was awakened and born
This is also my home.
Yet home is here, my heart is set
Where our children grew among castles and hills
And together we continue to make
This place that is our home.
And still to come, another place
Where I will rest amid beauty and calm
A mansion purchased by love and grace
My everlasting home.
© Sheena Conroy (July 1999)
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