'Run Home to Mother

'Run Home to Mother'

Oh breeze...you cool

My troubled brow

With sweet caress.

Leaves rustle too

A sympathetic tenderness

Sparrow and chipmunk

Come to see

Withholding song and chatter

Sensitive to me...

The great strong oak

Supports me as I cry

And loans me strength

From its supply.

Refreshed ...

I lie back now

Near flowers

In this woodland sod

My head in Mother Nature's lap

Thank you for her...God.

Kesti

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