A Place Called Home
I saw a tire hanging from a tree
in a place where a yard used to be
Nearby an old house free of paint and empty within
save for the memories of what long ago had been
The dust from lives long ago
fill the air with reverie
For this place where souls used to roam
and laid down their heads in a place called home
Wait
There is a place just outside Heaven's Gate where our beloved animal friends wait
watching for their masters of times gone by
to come to them from beneath the sky.
Patiently waiting, for there is no time there --
Patiently waiting for once again their love to share
all the purity of unconditional love rewarded with a home above.