A Longing

There is a longing,
In my heart...to see.
The place of my childhood,
Where memories seem to be.

Where red-hills rise,
And slide-rock makes a run.
To the top of barren mountains,
Reflected in the sun.

That makes a distant landscape,
With heat waves pressing down.
Deceiving to the vision,
In lines of rustic brown.

In a span of many colors,
And covering open space.
As clouds drift from the horizon,
In a fast and furious race.

O...it is in my memories,
Where life has sort of been.
And it makes me happy in my thoughts,
To see them all again.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Ethel's son-in-law, RKM, at the family reunion.