Manila Home

Like a bird that fled a warm nest

To a flight that was a test,

Then in a bright sky, I felt a longing.

I heard a voice say, “Go home and rest.”

Mountains high with streams and snow beds,

Trained my mind so long ago.

But city living with cars and spending

Taught my young mind which way to go.

Flying high I’ve gained some insight:

Home and heart belong entwined.

I miss the mountains, the spreading pastures.

I miss Manila, Utah, my home so kind.