BrooksLooks @ Home is Where You Are

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE

HOME WAS WHERE MY MOTHER WAS
NOT EXACTLY HOME ON THE RANGE
THE RANGE WAS WHERE DINNER CAME FROM
AND EATING OUT WAS RATHER STRANGE

BUT HOME SINCE THEN HAS MOVED ABOUT
FROM DORM TO APARTMENT TO ROOM
IT DIDN’T SEEM TO MATTER THEN
UNTIL LIFE BEGAN TO BLOOM

APARTMENT LIFE A SLOW PASSING PHASE
IN SIMPLER TIMES OF OVERDRAFT DAYS
BUT I GOT A JOB AND RENTED A HOUSE
LEARNED ABOUT WATER HEATERS
AND BUYING TRAPS TO CATCH A MOUSE

A CAREER WOULD BRING US HITHER AND YON TO ONE HOUSE AFTER ANOTHER
WE LIVED IN PLACES WE NEVER DREAMED UP
A PLACE OR TWO WE SHOULDN’T HAVE BOTHERED

YEARS WENT BY AND MOTHER MOVED
RETIRING SOUTH FOR THE WEATHER
HER HOME MOVED ON TO CAROLINA
THOUGH WE WERE SADLY SELDOM TOGETHER

HAPPILY IT PASSED FROM MOM TO SPOUSE
CAN’T SAY WHEN YOU KNOW HOW LIFE IS
HOUSES SOMETIMES RESEMBLED HOMES
NOW MY HOME IS WHERE MY WIFE IS

ODD OUR LATEST HOUSE IS NOT QUITE HOME
BUT TO ME IT’S CRYSTAL CLEAR
FROM NOW ON IT WILL NEVER BE SO
AS LONG AS YOU’RE WITH ME HERE

TIME’S GONE BY AND THINGS SURE CHANGE
SINCE WE’VE LIVED ON THE OPEN RANGE
THE KITCHEN IS MORE OFTEN COLD
AND EATING OUT’S A LOT LESS STRANGE

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BrooksLooks @ Crumbling

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Crumbling

sermons unheard

unspoken good words

a song unsung

lessons unlearned

in an inhospitable place

where manners don’t matter

in 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

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BrooksLooks @ The Crooked Road

20180204_175356THE 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

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