Home For Me...Nostalgia-Happenings:)

Home for me will gleam where wheat fields

Teem with rippling harvest-gold

Maple-tree umbrellas wielding

Anthems as summers unfold

Home for me will gild thought’s rafter

With laughter of girl and boy

Melodies that ring long after

They have spent sweet childhood joy

Home for me is full of kitchen

Pray no lichen-covered gate

Rusts upon unopened hinges

Where dinner is never late

Home for me is a decanter

Pouring banter, bloom-entwined

Books and brooks and nooks transplanted

To the landscape of the mind

Home for me will be a sunrise

Unveiling familiar hills

Lost at night to the blue gath’ring

Where dusk’s leaning shadow spills

Home for me will be a garden

Etched like twilight’s silhouette

Where the front-yard is a postcard

Echoing with summer-set

© Janet Martin

Right now two little boys (supposedly ‘resting’)are whispering and giggling in couch-cushion caves they made…

dinner needs to be cleared,

beans need to be ended, cut, blanched, etc.

weeds need to be weeded, 

...but I am suddenly drawn to a dead-stop, dumb-struck by the stilly song of summer sifting through my senses epitomizing summer-home melodies!