July 9, 2017
Yesterday,
I sojourned
to old stomping grounds
To the valley, a paradise,
Where the pond, gates,
and Main and Green streets
helped shape me
The store fronts and faces
may be changed
But the spirit holds true
And as for me,
My skirt flowing
Open heart and
Spirit soaring,
Belonging-
I felt sure,
reaffirming
I have not betrayed
The me
I cultivated here
She of Letters 