Sacred Spread

Sacred Spread
23 April 2016

My heart’s homeward bound
To the original homestead;
To the ranch, miles from town
Out to the old spread.
With wheat fields all around,
The way it touches me’s profound.
It’s where my soul gets fed
To make this my sacred ground.

I walk barefooted, feeling
The dirt between my toes.
I breathe deeply, healing
My heart from its woes.
Tension leaves me, kneeling
I sense the Earth’s vibratos.
Yes, I’m connected, appealing
For the peace this place bestows.

Grandma Published Again

For a second time The Australia Times has published one of my grandmother's poems that I submitted.
http://www.theaustraliatimes.com/magazine/poetry/issue/312/
If you type 67 in the little box, top center, you'll go right to her poem.