Home Again
After absence the homing instinct
kicks in, gravitational pull of love
tugs the tender heart succinct ,
prods horses with a gentle shove
after a hard day beneath the plough,
bound for home like the morning dove
or homing pigeon's flight from bough
to bough, along a chosen path.
After absence, home seems sweeter now-
a warm respite from life's wrath,
a getaway from labor's harms,
a familiar meal and a hot bath.
After absence, nature works its charms-
resets the clock of hearth and home,
with welcomes wrapped in loving arms
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