My Dad’s Poem To His Family

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

Jim Homier


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