That’s Where I Call Home ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Wherever the wind blows
That’s where I call home
I ride the clouds
High above the mountains
Safe and dry
Above the rainy weather
I can hear the thunder
I watch the lightning
Light the sky below me
I watch the snowfall
Cover the rooftops
As children wait for Santa
On Christmas Eve
Birds ride the wind with me
Safe from the storms below
I ride the wind
Wherever it blows
That’s where I call home
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved
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Thanks Chuck!
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Happy to share this, Walt!
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Sounds like a carefree life. Beautiful poem!
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Thanks Leigha! 😊
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You are welcome.
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I like your poem Walt.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 😇
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