Through rain on the roads returned we to home
Leagues many lying long between
Starting and settling in site of our choosing,
Place of peace, potent for rest.
Good was the going to green hills
Watered now well, washed by the rain,
Streams out of season from the skies at this time
In limestone layers of legend and song.
Better the back-coming and beds our own to seek.
Fair is the family, fairer the home,
But soon we will seek them again.
No comments:
Post a Comment