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When I'm Home
When I'm home
I'll look for you , 
And try to find you there.....

My home is poetry ,
My life will slow to read it
And slowly begin to write it ,
Always searching , there for you.....

To pause and savor life ,
And know how it feels 
To be tuned to life again ,
Searching , always for you.....

My home is not a place
But an oft' forgotten pace ,
A slowing of the races
Joy etched on winning faces
The gathering of all traces.....

As I slow and hear the music
Of life's journeys as they're finished , 
Watching while the storms subside
Life's filters slow my weeping ,
Still searching for a glimse of you....

But if you are here ....you must be sleeping.....


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   page 4 - Winds Of Joys
   page 5 - My Son...The Dead One
   page 6 - Better Each Day
   page 7 - On a nearby Hill
   page 8 - Drowning
   page 9 - Love's First Branches
   page 10 - The Bird Of Love
   page 11 - Barron Flowers
   page 12 - The Purest Heart
   page 13 - I Asked Too Much

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