Home - a Sonnet by Marie Vastola

After returning from Woolman and entering back into junior year at Pacific Grove High School in January of 2011, there was one thing on my mind. Woolman. So naturally, when my English teacher asked the class to write a sonnet I wrote one about Woolman. Here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. 

Home

Sprawling meadows dotted with grazing cows,

gently worn dirt paths invaded with quails,

a flock of turkeys feeding under plows,

glowing kids gathering berries with pails.

Clustered cabins create a family,

their chimneys setting smoke from wood stoves free.

Awoken by the kind sun merrily,

the birds begin to sing in their nesting tree.

We rise too, ready for another day,

hours filled with nothing but smiles, and a song.

As the stars break through their cover, we say

goodnight, ready for the day before long.

This is Woolman, which I no longer see

yet there is no place I would rather be.