Come home, Sam, come home,
Where the hearth awaits, warm and bright.
Through valleys deep and forests wide,
Let your weary footsteps guide.
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Where whispered winds their secrets sow.
Come home, Sam, to familiar lands,
Where love's embrace forever stands.
Though storms may rage and oceans roar,
Your home awaits upon the shore.
With open arms and hearts aglow,
Come home, Sam, let your spirit flow.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Your journey's end has now begun.
For in the comfort of these walls,
Your weary soul at last recalls.
So come, Sam, come home to stay,
Where memories bloom in fields of May.
For in the warmth of loved ones near,
Your heart finds solace, free from fear.
-The Book Owl
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The Book Owls Collection By J.C. Bauzon
PoetryJust some random poem that may help and maybe to relate life unto something that only you can know. Anyhow the book known owls collection of poetry was all knowledge stored with well experience in poetry whether failure and success.
