Art for Homes!
March 14-28th 2022


Home is where sleep
softens in feathered down.
Nutty richness wafts
from oven doors; the soldiers
crave yeasty tastes,
the bread of life,
slathered by sweet butter.
Upon first bite,
a new world sings
and quietly flows the river.
Light cracks the heavy door.
teary pillowed bodies
cuddle at the soft quilts.
Closed eyes and rhythmic breaths,
the former fighters rest.

Poem by Anne Rudder

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