THE SIGHT MOST DEAR

I have seen the snow-capped mountains
and the restless surging sea.
The dark green depths of the forests
always cast a spell over me.

I have felt the witching of deserts
and been spell-bound by Northlands drear.
I have watched a poem in motion
when I startled a bob-tailed deer.

Oh, the world is so full of beauty
unbounded, priceless and free.
Yet nothing touches my heartstrings
like the lights of home beckoning me!