All roads

All roads lead
To home
Or to a place
Thought of
Considered to be
Want
To be
Home
Yet
So far removed
Stand
Those heathered moors
Grazed
By freeman's pony
That
Wandering
Fills a visitor's heart
My heart
With longing
For that
That self-same freedom
To live
To roam
Lands
Made restless by only the wind
Lands clothed by nothing
Other
Than what
Mother Nature herself provided
Where brick
Is stone
Concrete
The rock foundation
On which sits
Those hills
Moors
I wish
To know as home
Someday


Terry Rhiannyr
August, 2012