Analysis of Home At Last!

In our garden we dance and play.
Sadness slips away as one turns grey.

West winds whip, maple trees sway.
One vows never again to go astray.

Roosters crow, birds squawk, cattle brae,
Near smell of freshly mown hay.

‘An apple a day keeps the doc away.’
Life becomes an elegant ballet.

While we create that better day,
Sheer delight we may display.

A little lost lamb comes home to stay,
Taking time to bow his head and pray.

A prayer anxiety, worry, may allay,
Until springtime blooms in full array.