Finding Home - Mindy Gledhill

Remember when the grass was tall

And we built castles out of golden straw

Our feet were bare, our tangled hair

Blew in the humid ocean air

The old blue house reflected on

The mirrored sky within the silver pond

And horses grazed inside a maze

Of thistle thorns and barley blades

And I’m following a trail

That I’ve seen in fairy tales

But the crumbs I left behind are gone

So I’m trusting in my feet

And I’m skipping to the beat

Of a heart that’s sweet on finding home

We rode our bikes out in the rain

And felt the jingle of our pocket change

Off to explore the bins galore

Of penny candies at the corner store

And I’m following a trail

That I’ve seen in fairy tales

But the crumbs I left behind are gone

So I’m trusting in my feet

And I’m skipping to the beat

Of a heart that’s sweet on finding home