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Missing Home |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia 
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I still can remember... That old porch swing where i'd sit and comtemplate The falling autumn leaves the wavering warmth of the gentle breeze And the unharvested pecans on the ground. I still can remember... Walking along those endless dirt roads The wild blackberries plump and ripe The subtle smell of dogwood blossoms and the majestic pines standing guard over me I can still remember... Watching farmers plow and plant Golden fields of swaying corn The rich aroma of moist tilled dirt And the rumbling of thunder in nearby clouds I can still remember that Southern grace though i left so long ago And as long as i can dream of my Carolina I'll never be too far from home. |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Your words put me there. Wonderfully vivid imagery. It's true,...as long as you dream. Awesome poem. Be well. *Peace. |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
poutprincess ... love the Carolina's (2 weeks on Hilton Head every year) ... nice capture ... loved it ... And as long as i can dream of my Carolina I'll never be too far from home. thanks |
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Beth Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 468WA, Australia |
~Look at you, slipping this one past me....Cheeky girl.. I can only just imagine how much you miss your birthplace..Its good though that the memory is stll vivid and the fragrance you can still remember.. Great Job Pout!!!!!~ Blessed Be, Beth |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia |
Thank you everyone for reading and replying..it is much appreciated. (oh and beth, you'd already gone to bed when i wrote this one!) |
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