Carry Me Home                                                         By David Michael Jackson Carry me home home to the creek and the water and the leaves on the trees. Carry me home past the worry and the frantic pace to the water and the dew on the grass and the summer days when grasshoppers are plentiful bait for the fishes. Carry me home to the field and the newly plowed earth and that smell of the soil recently turned so that I may replant myself with hope for a new harvest, so that I may kill the weeds which have grown over me until I cannot see the light. Carry me home past the roads, past the buildings, past the red lights. Carry me home through the darkness of a thousand nights spent grasping for something which is not there, something which could never be there or anywhere Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved Send private comments to author:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com