|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Home
Contributed by
JD_Hamilton
on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 10:36:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
A hundred wooden fence posts,
Dot a hundred dusty roads,
Each leading by a hundred trees,
Past fields freshly mowed,
Over hills, and through deep valleys,
All through my boy hood home,
My mind will always find this place,
Where ever I may roam,
Where ever life may take me,
Where ever my road may lead,
There is a friend whos waiting there,
And at home I wish to be,
Though my path my lead to distant lands,
That place is always home,
And though I tread on foreign sands,
My sights are set on home,
Copyright ©
JD_Hamilton
... [
2005-01-04 10:36:42]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Home
(User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 10:42:19 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Ok, I've never really felt at home where I am now, but this poem reminds me of where I used to live, with those same roads and those same fences....
This bring back memories of my own 'home'
Thankyou for sharing this.
Great write,
*hugs* Phil xxx |
|
|
Re: Home
(User Rating: 1 )
by TaintedSoul on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 11:29:45 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
This is the type of write that leaves the reader with a smile and warm feeling deep in their heart. Great write.
peace
TS |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
