I Wrote a Poem...

Normally, I'd just post this on my other blog, but it really fits in with this one. It's not too good, not too bad, but there you have it. Since my adventures in South Dakota are ending, I'm feeling introspective.

"I'm a temporary transplant
A traveler from home
To the plains and rolling hills,
I wander and I roam.

In forested hills and valleys
Gunslingers and mansions, houses of ill repute,
Coffee shops and horses,
A mine called Broken Boot.

Changing, learning, growing into my skin,
Becoming the woman God wants me to be
Painful at times, but joyful in ways,
Yet home is where the heart is.

And in the Mountains, dale and glade
Where elk and squirrel roam
Where dwells my family and there,
The place my heart calls home.

I miss the trees, the forested hills,
The Mountains tall and grand
And though I know I can't go back,
Return to them I will.

My family too, I miss so dear,
As much, nay, so much more
For nineteen hours is a distance
We've never had before.

And as I close this chapter,
And bid the Hills adieu,
I wave goodbye, wipe my eye
And run, straight to you.

As I reflect I notice,
The way I grew and changed
I knew you then, the question is,
Have you changed this much too?

And I hold now, as my Rock,
The Lord Almighty God,
Who led me here, and holds me,
Still safe within His arms.

As I race I head to
the Six that I love best
God gives me strength to face
Whatever may come next.

Though I pray for nearer home,
My family, my mountains and my trees,
My family's love goes with me
Where-ever I may be.

And God also goes with me
Where-ever I may roam
Between Your love and my family's,
No place cannot be home."

So, there you have it. My poem. Ta-da.

Written by BC 7/18/11