Home on the Juniata Memories flood back Released from a dam in my head But it's this place that breaches I remember foolish childhood days Clamboring on these rocks Above the tumbling Juniata I remember almost falling And exploring Watching buzzards Circle on thermals above I remember quiet nights Perched in peace In this rock's roughened palm Listening to night's mysteries Reported by the wind I remember when people found this place Painted it with I luvs and I was heres Throwing detritus in the bushes below I remember foolishly joining those ranks once Desicrating what I find most sacred In an attempt to fit in But this place she forgives I remember times like now When nature revealed her plumes Dazzling skies with a kalidascope of color Reaching from the trees below This was a place of morning coffee And evening beer A valley of intertubing And walking in quiet woods Now homes have encroached And people have discovered But the aura remains In this sanctuary of thoughts and memories And times passed and times to come In this place I call home