In just a few days we are leaving Homer to go back to Pennsylvania. Can hardly believe it. We have been having a fun time at dinners, parties, and other gatherings saying good-bye to friends------over and over. We're not sure when, but we are sure we'll return to Homer. Another fun thought is some of our friends here have promised to visit us in PA.
I have written a poem trying to encapsulate our time here, hitting the highlights. I read it in church today. I should say, I struggled to read it in church today. Emotions were high.
Being In Homer
Sun, mountains, bay, and trees,
Gorgeous sunsets, clouds, and breeze,
Sometimes rain and sometimes snow,
Out our window a lovely show.
Halibut, salmon, dollies, and cod,
We saw them all at the end of our rod;
Bouncing on waves or knee deep in streams,
How blessed we felt living our dreams.
Snow up cabin walls half way,
Lots of beauty, lots of play;
Up and down the hills careening,
Tipping over, snow machining.
Fish, whales, porpoises, birds,
Bears, moose, caribou herds;
Otters lazing, waves breaking;
Hundreds of photos we were taking.
The glaciers, the eagles, the beach, the peaks
Often left us unable to speak;
In the dark, an amazing display;
Moving lights took our breath away.
What excitement and colorful fun,
Dogs pulling sleds on the run;
Visiting Norman again and again,
Can't get enough of this talented man.
Pizza, and mail at Fritz Creek store,
Tiny houses, out houses, dirt roads galore;
Captain B, Two Sisters, dollars on walls,
Jeans, X-Tra Tuffs, and many dropped calls.
Dinners, girl time, taste of wine,
Sourdough pancakes, mighty fine;
On the Spit shopping and walking,
In Tangles Salon styling and talking.
Spiritual growth was happening here;
No duties, no time crunch, no demands, no fear;
A big part to play was Church on the Rock;
Aaron and Jonathan leading the flock.
Mali and Ed, Kathy and Kerry,
Karen and George, Lynne and Gary,
Aron and Janet, Therese and Becky,
Gail, Mei, Monica, Carolyn, Shelly,
Ruthie and Kevin, Paula and Jacque,
Linda and Allen, Jeanie and Vicki,
Some of the many in Homer we knew;
So many more; these but a few.
To say all are special sounds so lame;
Love and acceptance we found when we came
To Homer, a beautiful and unique place,
Filled with generosity, kindness, and grace.
Hard as it is, it's time to go home;
We'll drive and we'll drive but never alone,
For in our memory and in our heart,
It's not the end but merely the start.
