home, Alabama.

Oh Alabama

meet me half the way this time.

my feet can’t grasp the sidewalk on the other side.

home Alabama

catch me in your autumn net

let me trapse your ways barefooted, on paths I can’t forget.

you, Alabama

where the fireflies roam free

until they lose their way in pudgy hands turning nightlight company.

oh Alabama

where the memories most rest

the quiet times and laundry fights in my old feathered nest

home Alabama

meet me half way this time

I can’t come all the way yet…


but when my worst, I try.





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  1. Oh, California, come home.

    But until you can, be at peace, knowing He holds all our days.

    You are greatly beloved.

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