Going Home

Going Home

The places we travel The sights we have seen We can't help but marvel at the valleys so green From ocean to desert to mountains so high We see it together as the world passes by When we approach our own special place It's so good to relax away from the race Side by side we experience nature's own gift It boosts up our spirits and gives us a lift Cradled in arms of mother earth's land She opens her heart and extends us her hand In city and town and along the roadside When we're together our feelings don't hide Home means one heart is always right there Smiles exchanged it shows how we care So as we travel so near and so far We know that going home is here where we are.

Lazy Afternoon

Along the water's edge Watching clouds laze by Hook and line well placed Cool breezes caress warm brows Serenity is the catch of the day Shoulders drop, arms grow heavy Calming splashes heard as the shoreline is gently kissed Leaning back against a rock Wishing time could cease its rapid movement

The Call To Come Home

Again and again we return This place calls and beckons us back The canyons and cliffs fill our senses Dispelling all weariness Waters dredged from centuries past course over sunken grandeur Depths unfathomable defy reason as we glide over hidden vistas below Eyes bright with wonderment we ponder to find meaning in what we behold Boulders perched in precarious places defy explanation Mighty and stout, giant cacti reach skyward beseeching the powers to send liquid nourishment Warm winds echo eerily through canyons and crevices Creating a backdrop of pipe organs in this ancient melodrama Small and insignificant we wonder where we fit in to this place The only answer clear to us are the words silently spoken Welcome home, welcome home once more.

Just some thoughts.....

There are times when it's hard to rein in the love flowing from the very center of my being. Often, as I think about him, my heart does a little leap of joy. Sometimes, when I see the flash of blue expression in his eyes, it nearly steals my next breath. In the dim light of night time, I lay beside him staring at his features so sweet in sleep, I try to take his image into my dreams. How perfect is this love of ours, how serene, how magical, how wonderful.

About Him

He toils with a smile on his face, back bent, sweat on his brow, mud spattered as a boy at play. Lost in his creation, he nurtures the seed from first notion to brilliant green maturity. Gentle responses to all inquiries are his signature. He works hard and when night falls he sleeps in peace, secure in the knowledge his job is well done. He awakens at first light greeting the day with optimism and eagerness, he holds me close. How fortunate I am, to have the love of this beautiful man.

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Laura's Love Notes
Whispers Of Love
Welcome To Our World
Pages Of Our Lives
Forever Together
Venturing Forth
Ralph & Laura, We Announce ...
Ever Constant
Desert Dreams
Lighting The Way
Cool Walks, Warm Feelings
Treasures We've Found
Ralph & Laura, Soaring
Me And Thee And Bailey Makes Three
My Beloved, Happy Anniversary
Intimate Tracings
From Sunrise To Sunset