My Roots

So many times I’ve come to sit
And look to the setting sun.
Ponder the life I’ve had here.
All the work my family has done.

Long after all the guest have left
And the curtains tightly drawn,
The last mower has run its course,
Now fewer footsteps trod the lawn.

There is still music from the birds
All the flowers are put to bed,
Yet soothing sounds of silence
Is comfort to my weary head.

This has always been home to me.
My roots embedded deep.
Its landscape still a treasure
Along with the memories that I keep.