My Home--a Poem

I stumbled through the darkened woods, alone, lost and afraid,

When suddenly a fairy light appeared to guide my way.

Followed I the steady beacon, promising warmth and light,

To give me refuge from the life that tormented me this night.

And as I neared, I realized that my faithful golden light

Was a lamp on an old stone wall, brighter than any sprite.

And now I know, without a doubt, however far and wide I roam,

This light will always guide me back, to Prairie Hill, my home.