Homeward Bound

At the bottom of the winding, no outlet road sits our home. Sandwiched between the bikers and boaters. I always wanted a ranch, with lots of land to make memories, but this house is just right. The memories are pushing on the wooden walls like an overflowing fountain drink. But none can get out, because our family stays together. It is not the view nor the size that makes this house perfect, it is the love and history that fills the air. This is why I will always be homeward bound.