Ples Mahn
21 September 2019
JOSEPH TAMBURE
Home calls me back
When the days are dry and hot
I think of cool and shady home
When paying monthly water bills
I think of free fresh water at home
When power bills escalate
I think of abundant firewood at home
When faced with food shortages
I think of garden surplus at home
My soul drifts back home
Home calls me back
When living in fear
I think of peaceful home
When time oppresses me
I think of home where time is unimportant
When gripped with modern disease
I think of fresh food back home
When death comes as it will
My body follows my soul back home
Home will call me back
It would be interesting to hear the opposition - home sends me off.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 03 December 2019 at 01:02 PM
Nice poem, Joseph. Good sentiments and well executed.
It's funny how you have to leave your home to appreciate it though.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 21 September 2019 at 11:53 AM