It was a long time coming, That soldier's return. Back to the structure of his foundation. The tiny white house on The edge of the sea. He grew and matured in this house; With the shelter of it's angled roof.
The result, a decision, That our country will honor everyday.
He knew the return; Would be difficult. Lung aching; Heartbreaking. Hopefully the familiar surroundings; Will bring him back to a time of peace.
Back to the lighthouse that had been his escape. Back to the dining room table, covered in lace.
The bristling waves lapping the rocks; Will welcome his return. Along with the giddy cries of his; Beloved children. The sound will hit his ears; Like his favorite score of music. A sound he will capture, And play whenever he needs a homecoming.