Heartwinds

Thanks to Megan Burns, who sent me this song.

Home we go back to the cities

Yet here we stay some part of us all

We’ve worked the Blue Trail, lit by dawn

Felt the days grow, with our songs

Seen Blue Heron rise from Home Lake

Watched her fly fresh as the wind

Mountain stands high, like clouds we’ve been

Touching her top to feel her heartwinds

They blow through the fir trees, scattering shadows

Caressing wild young pea plants, of Homestead and Meadow

The land on the Daisies Hill that I’ve climbed

Ripple the water as breezes pass Twin Lakes

I long to know when I’ll next return

To feel the sweat of my brow give to the earth

A cool wind blows through, stilling my heart

I love this land and the people who name her friend

Home we go back to the cities

Yet here we stay some part of us all

She’s called us her own, given us her home

And all we can give is love on a cold winter's wind