A Home

By RJ Palmer

Featured art: House by Solon H. Borglum, born Ogden

I see a home in some far-off field,

With leaves embracing tired heel,

The trees stand tall, the roses thick,

A gentle hill touches fickle crick,

Unripe apples weigh on tender stem,

Cherries sweeten near fallen elm,

Sunflowers bloom with ruddy seeds,

Peppers dry in some summer breeze,

Smoke tangoes from a long stone tower,

Strong herbs route the weaker flower,

Bread rises, the hearth bakes for all,

Love radiates in the wooden hall.

Berry wine ages, cider grows strong,

I wish to stay at least till dawn,

Until that day I must go past,

At least this place is not too far on,

That house will stay just like it is,

In soft warm rays or bitter snow,

Smoke still curls there, warmth still warms,

But I must find a road long worn,

Farewell oh house in far off field.

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RJ Palmer (he/him) is a current Classics student and tutor at the University of North Carolina at Asheville from Mooresville, North Carolina. He will be going to the University of Kentucky for his masters degree in the fall. In his free time he enjoys weaving, baking, hiking, woodworking and reading high fantasy and poetry.