Written for the prompt Home Behind.
Past
the open gate
Out beyond the open gate the
world has beckoned, it will not
wait, the miles and years have
called me and I being a
gentleman
will not tarry here, so past
the
hills and across the meadows
steeped with green and purple
buds I’ll venture out to chase
my fate and when my feet have
wearied of sea and shore,
the taste of dates, the love of
home
will take me back into the arms
of rose and stone, the bundled
warmth of covers in yonder
home.
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