The familiar landscape
catches my breath
and reels me in
toward home.

When the palms shadow
the sky along my road
I know
I’m almost there.

It is just how I left it.
Yet, somehow
it seems smaller.
I sense the changes.

Rip Van Winkle’s shadow
plays tricks on my memory,
and I wonder,
“What was I expecting?”

That the world would
stand still just because
I was gone? or that
I would be the same,
simply because I feel
that way?

I left a child.
In Neverland,
I found my wings.
I want to fly away.

I never could have guessed
it would take so long to be grown.
But, for now at least,
I’m home.

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson

Telegram Home: 25 words or less 2013

What would you write home from the war if you had only 25 words or less?
I heard someone else had this challenge and thought,
‘What would I write?” I’d like to try.

Maybe I’ll also do it in future years to compare how my message would change or stay the same.

Love you forever!
Stick together
You’re stronger than you think
Know God
Don’t disappoint Him
or yourself
You can change
help others
look forward

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)