BrooksLooks@ Home is Where You Are

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE

home was where my parents were
not exactly a home on the range
the range was where dinner was made
when eating out was rather strange

home since then has moved about
from dorm to apartment to room
it didn’t seem to matter back then
until life began to bloom

apartment life was a passing phase
before jobs and moving and ‘homes’
after those pesky ‘overdraft’ days
before mortgages, bills, and loans

a career would bring us hither and yon
to one house after another–oh my!
we lived in places we’d never dream up
a place or two we should have passed by…

years went by and Mother moved
retiring south for the winter
her home is in Carolina now
we are sadly seldom together

home passed long ago from mom to spouse
you know how wild life is
houses sometimes resembled homes
but home is where ever my wife is

our latest house is not quite home
but to me it’s crystal clear
my home is with you–it will always be so
whatever the place, whatever the year

time’s gone by and things sure change
never my place with you
now that we’ve live on the open range
eating out’s a lot less strange

my home is you

© COPYRIGHT 2014 Brooks Bradbury ǀ BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks@ Crumbling

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Crumbling
sermons unheard
the unspoken good word
a song unsung
lessons unlearned
in an inhospitable place
where manners don’t matter
to an inhuman race
cruelty seeps
onto the world’s bloody streets
gunfire and grief
beyond our belief
shots fired
our frayed nerves hot-wired
dignity’s bridges burned
simple kindness spurned
if civility is lost
was compassion the cost?
beneath uneasy skies
too many why’s
morality decried
a teacher defied
a pastor sighs
and the poet cries

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury | BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks@ The Crooked Road

if you’re a soul on the road less trod
people think you’re kind of odd
dancer to the different beat
of distant drums with footloose feet
 
in faraway places where trails are less traveled
modern trappings have all unraveled
unknown beauty in pristine places
of country folk and simple graces
 
stallions and canyons and pure fresh air
common sense is common there
days arrive in bright sunrises
and Mother Nature still surprises
 
we came to where there’s so much less
found plenty more and nonetheless
way out yonder in the wild west
are many ways to feel truly blessed
 
i wouldn’t change this crooked road
the sights we’ve seen nor the souls we’ve known
though moving around this much in life
is much too often if you ask my wife
 
we think about all the places we’ve been
a tapestry of time–and now and then
we imagine home–a humble space
to be enjoyed in a beautiful place
 
with much to ponder and recollect
perhaps there’s time we can reflect
that the best is really yet to be
though all the rest was fine with me

Copyright © 2013 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks