Back to the NC

After returning home a few years ago, I encountered many others who came back to this area after being in  another state.  Why is it that natives always find their way back to the North Country?  The summers? It's got to be.  These summers are gorgeous, though fleeting.  Fresh air, green everywhere.  I love this time of year, the beginning of June when the days are long and bright and the mornings are alive with the sound of birds.  I'll take the poverty if it means this.

Herb

Herb was a man who had lived many years
He had laughed many laughs but cried even more tears
Only he knew the sights he had seen and he kept them locked tight in his mind
He’d met many people along the way and had yet to find anyone kind
Until one day in the month of May when a warm air blew in from the west
‘Ol Herb you see didn’t know it but he was in for a test
In a dream, a man appeared at his door, dressed quite ragged and seemingly poor
He said I’ve come a long way and lost track of the day but decided to take this detour
My friend is looking for me, and it is very necessary that he knows I am here and I hold him dear to my heart and always will, He’s feeling alone and abandoned, he’s got an emptiness to fill.
Herb didn’t know what to do but he knew who was at his door
A man he had heard about in church, a man whom God had adored
It was God’s son in the flesh you see , who had appeared to Herb in his dream
It was Jesus Christ almighty the holder of love supreme
Herb awoke with a smile on his face a feeling of happiness was set deep in place
Memories of his tears, his worries and his fears were all but a blink of a eye
He realized life had always been wonderful it’s just took his best friend stopping by…

This website inspired me to write the above poem. www.Ageless-Sages.com