I've Tried To Make The best Of Things
I’ve tried to make the best of things
No house to call my home
Gypsyesque , we’re moving still
Tho I had no wish to roam.
From the Connecticut countyside
Of deer and birds and clever fox,
To Arizona desert palms, prickly cactus
And of petrified striated rock...
East again to weathered coast
Of Chesapeake bay and ocean,
Oh how I long to stay and plant my roots
And cease this constant motion.
If there’s a way to find a home
That I can call my own,
My hope is that we find it soon
For my weariness has grown.
Now off again; we’ll soon be gone
To Florida’s humid sunny clime,
Where I hope to plant my final roots,
Then yield to measured time.
C Schlessel © 3/13/11
