By R. Hammans
Date: 28 April 2000
Homesick
Driving through the country air
Windows down with the breeze
Blowing through my hair.
The memory of roses and the ocean brings a smile
To my face and suddenly before me stands my one true love
Transcending time and space.
She lives by the ocean and by the wheat fields live I.
Most would call this my home but deep inside,
I know where home is and it is not here.
It's wherever she is and I feel the start of a tear.
My eyes become moist and it gets hard to see
There is a deep sinking feeling inside of me.
My stomach is in knots and I find it hard to breathe
I need to run to her, to hold her and feel
Her hold me. That is the only thing that can calm my
Heart and will help me breathe.
There is only one way to describe what I am feeling when my
Body rebels like this.
I look deep inside and know my heart is homesick.
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