Enoch Martin

My nose fills with the fragrance of cedar 

Every tree is familiar 

Beneath my bare feet I feel the soft dirt 

The sun glints off the lake, gleaming silver 

I see trees stretching to the horizon 

Blueberries on every bush 

I hear bird songs intertwine 

As through the ferns I push 

This is the place,  

The silence of freedom,  

Where everything moves at a slower pace 

Around me the lazy bees hum 

The breeze across my skin is bliss, 

Reminding me of a time past; 

Thru the trees filtered the sun’s sweet kiss 

As two bucks’ antlers clashed 

Waking up to crackling 

As sausages sizzle on the stove; 

Baking pies- 

The smells of basil, nutmeg and clove; 

The dog in the corner,  

Chewing on a bone; 

Earth, Air, Fire, Water: 

This is Home