I Am Home

I am home.
Arriving on the wind,
pheasants hide in the long grass,
along the tarmac.

Green fields, red patches of earth
align like a crazy quilt,
dirt roads crisscross paths
covering the island.

Lanaihale is clear,
tall pines march in rows,
along the mountain ridge,
as the wind blows and blows.

Familiar faces smile,
big hugs, kisses of welcome,
from kith and kin.

I am home.


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