Home At Rest Poem by Paul Warren

Find me a place where the magpies chortle
And the summer's sun beats down from its mantle
Where a cool breeze blows at even tide
And the dust in the air makes the sky burn wide

As the sun kisses the gulf at dusk
And the cool gulf water makes a swim a must
Lay me down where the sea breeze blows
To uplift the soul under the full moon's glow

For I may lay there and sleep a while
Away from all the trials and human guile
For this Southern Land is majesty to behold
And will me, in its arms forever hold.

© Paul Warren Poetry