Home At Last
Searching. I was always searching for a place to call home.
I had walked with spirits sore,, muse discouraged, many
years...looking for a home.
My nights were dark, my thoughts tangled...tempest tossed,..
still my restless spirit refused to give up its search
Sure I made some stops along the way, considering..., some were
quite good ...others better...but none of them the haven I sought
This one will have to suffice....I told myself..still there were was
no peace., no ease, and my muse rebelled
Frankly I told myself...you are too hard to please.. best to put aside
the pen and write no more
So years passed my muse slept, my days of poetry at an end
When suddenlyout walking on the Internet ...I found the
signpost for this old cafe check it out screamed my muse..
Behaving like some small puppy spying a fresh bone
With apprehension I eased open the wooden door... to find
a writers paradise.... A place filled with life...laughter and the
communion flowing between good friends
They made me welcome.. bid me sit awhile.....
So ..home at last ..my dreams fulfilled
my muse content ..I shall roam no more
For this is indeed ...a place to call home
This special spot... our very own Starlite Cafe
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