Homecoming

Words take flight tonight

My blight shown from a new light

Unsightly for now

My home has become

Tilled soil sown reaping freedom

From you as from me

Until we all see

Learning inadvertently

Freedoms truest means

For we need to grow

From old roots not seeds we mow

To meet what we know

Tell the strobe lights no

For the glow of our globe shows

Ideology

Study ology

So all as we can go home

To the times before

Super big box stores

Providing forever more

Our lazy adore

Yet feel at your core

Sore yearning reels you away

Dreaming of a place

Where there is no race

Pure and simply being graced

While building our homes

Out of sticks and stones

Forging what can not be grown

Sustainably honed

We regain our strength

Individually for all

Undividedly

Finding who you are

To provide community

Where it is needed

And being given

What you need when you need it

By your friend next door

Not some super store

Producing for consuming

With no true meaning

We split their seaming

Sewing dreams teeming with soul

Working one great goal

Toil over our soil

To recoil and foil these plans

All out of control

We only need you

To feel your best providing

Your good or service

Whatever that means

What you love to do provides

What your neighbors need

To feel back at home

You probably do not know

What you want to sew

Whether it be seeds

Or shoes to walk to and fro

You will learn to know

Now my home feels home

Happy to produce for free

Give more than you need

Without stress on earth

None live with girth while none starve

For we all work hard