My Dad dedicated this to his family in 1975. I was two years old. He died on September 30th, 1996. Feel free to share the poem with anybody you care to, but keep the copyright intact.
A Poem By My Father To His Family.
Copyright 1975 © James Homier’s Estate
Where trees hide you like a dome
in nature’s home.
But still there is quiet
and you can dream with all your might.
Where the squirrels run wild
and everything seems so mild.
The flowers all smile
as if nothing is vile.
The birds all sing
like the church bells ring.
I sit and watch all the sun lit rays
as my children go their separate ways.
As I sit with my wife,
I dream of loving her the rest of my life.
Oh, how beautiful this little nook
as I listen to the trickling of the brook.
Where all the field mice enjoy
nestling among the Bird of Paradise.
As I reach the crest
it is at it’s best.
You can see in all the surroundings
Life is at it’s best.
As I descend into the valley of ferns
there is really no reason to have concern.
But I know everything has to come to an end
so I head for home just around that bend.
Dedicated to my Family