by Mimi, Grade 11
If I had kissed a beet,
Would it taste surprisingly sweet?
Though I savor the tang of the sour,
It does not fulfill my every hour.
They say knowledge is the ultimate power,
But I read and read, each fleeting hour,
Take me back,
To the scent where I can sink and soak and drown,
In memories of a place I call my own.
How distant is it, how much longer must I roam?
Until I find the way back to my home.
The journey's length, I cannot measure,
But I’ll keep moving, seeking my treasure.
In the quiet moments, I find my way,
Back to the warmth of home, come what may.
The stars above, they guide my flight,
As I journey through the dark of night.
With every mile and every mile marker,
I grow stronger, and the world grows darker.
So keep me safe on this winding road,
Guide me back to where my heart's bestowed.
For I yearn for the smell of home's sweet air,
And the love and laughter waiting there.
I will be home.