I Am Home

• Romi Harding, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

I watch as colossal trees sway,
Peering at me through their twisted fingers
I listen as tiny birds chatter,
Their voices carried by the breeze
I feel the damp forest floor,
Scratching my icy feet
I smell the fragrance of jasmine,
And I am home
The joy, the comfort, I feel euphoric
I run faster than thought or time
Memories swirl around me,
Like a terrific tornado
The doorway stands tall,
Welcoming and familiar
I step in,
I am home.