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Kit McCallum
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0 posted 05-27-2000 11:15 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Kit McCallum

           Moving On

For twelve long years we lived upon
   A hobby farm so fair ...
The barn, the trees, the acreage,
   Effervescence in the air.

We tended and we sheltered all that
   Nature chose to share;
We were so blessed to have such kinship
   For the time we're there.

From wild coyotes, fox and wolf,
   To ever-present deer;
To pheasants, jays and herrings
   Such a wide assortment there.

We fed the chickadees and finch,
   Who feasted in the spring,
And with delight, spot grosbeaks,
   Or an indigo bunting.

The many squirrels and chipmunks,
   Caught the morsels that would drop,
And give such entertainment
   For the feeders they would hop.

The hummingbirds were bountiful,
   And what a sight to see;
Their winged acrobatics were
   So graceful and so free.

Alas ... our time grew dim in this,
   Our paradise so rare;
For work and family grew to be
   Priorities to share.

The farmhouse that we tended
    And re-built from start to end;
Still needed more attention than,
    We had the time to give.

The drive to work devoured
   Several hours of each day;
We found no energy was left
   To ponder or to play.

And so with mixed emotions,
   We moved back to city life;
Back to the concrete jungle where
   We'll have much more our time.

And though I'll miss my paradise,
   And all the joy it brought,
I'm thankful for the place we found,
   The new life that we've got.
  
For as we packed the boxes on
   That sturdy moving truck;
I was amazed at how I felt,
   The feelings that had struck.

Before me in a metal box,
   Were all our earthly wares,
But they were just materials ...
   They were not what we cared.

We laughed as we pulled out the drive,
   And said "If they get lost,
And don't deliver us these things,
   We could not care their cost".

For memories are what we have,
   To bring to our new home;
They are the greatest treasures,
   Of the life that we have known.

Each home is a container for
   The ones who live within;
They shelter, guard, protect you
   From the elements, but then ...

They're more than this, for I believe
   The essence of a home,
Absorbs the great emotions
   Of the spirits it has known.

And what we've found we've left behind
   But taken "with" us too ...
Are happy walls of memories
   That simply grew and grew.

They could not fit into a box,
   They live within my heart;
And now I'll pack more into it ...
   For this "new" life we'll start.

/Kit McCallum

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Kit- This is a beautiful poem, very descriptive and meaningful!!!!  You left your house behind but carried your home in your heart.  

~Kelly


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Reflect upon your present blessings-of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. ~Charles Dickens

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. ~Winston Churchill

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Kit~
How very touching are your thoughts.
A very 'moving' experience.  
Enjoyed so much.
~*Marge*~


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I love this, Kit! Your words could not be more true to life...it is what you hold within your heart of your home that makes you whole, not the objects sent off in the moving van.

I especially love reading this today, as I am right in the middle of moving, sitting in my big (still empty) house with my laptop, thinking upon just this very thing, waiting for furniture to arrive. Thank you!

~ Claire

 Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau


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It is true that your enviroment is part of you, I go to college in the city and live there during the week and only return home to the countryside at the weekends. I always carry the memories of the countryside with me. a beautiful poem, wonderful images,  

We tended and we sheltered all that
   Nature chose to share;
We were so blessed to have such kinship
   For the time we're there.

From wild coyotes, fox and wolf,
   To ever-present deer;
To pheasants, jays and herrings
   Such a wide assortment there.

We fed the chickadees and finch,
   Who feasted in the spring,
And with delight, spot grosbeaks,
   Or an indigo bunting.



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5 posted 05-27-2000 02:23 PM       View Profile for X Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for X Angel

ahhhh home truly is where the heart is
wonderful poem!
~H
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Kit;
Wonderful poem and I feel you have given much soulfelt thought to the transition and reached the essence and the heart of what a home really is. Ellie

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Kit,
Oh, what a delightful read! You brought me right into your heart. A lovely, lovely poem containing so much truth
Liz
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We laughed as we pulled out the drive,
   And said "If they get lost,
And don't deliver us these things,
   We could not care their cost".

For memories are what we have,
   To bring to our new home;
They are the greatest treasures,
   Of the life that we have known.
------------
Kit, this is EXCELLENT...
WONDERFUL WORDS OF WISDOM...
and so very well written and expressed
many of lifes truths in this piece.
thank you for the sweet reminders
take care,
jm



 Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme,
They are not measured by the commitment of time.
Some emotions run too deep to be described by words,
Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard.
~Janet Marie~

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~


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~Kelly:  Thanks Kelly, that was a lovely way to phrase it!

~Marge:  Happy it "moved you" Marge!  I enjoyed that line ... Thanks!

~Claire:  Hope your move goes well Claire!  I had surgery 3 days after the move (very bad timing), so I've still got WAY too many boxes to unpack (I wish they had got "lost")  

~Brian:  You have the best of both worlds Brian ... glad you get to visit on weekends!

~X Angel: Thanks so much for the kind words!

~Ellie:  It wasn't until we were driving out for the last time, that I really understood ... thanks Ellie.

~Elizabeth:  Thank you so much for the wonderful words ...

~Janet Marie: Your welcome Janet Marie, and thank you for all the kind words ...

With much appreciation to all,
/Kit
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Kit, I loved reading this poem...you speak with so much truth and wisdom and you do it so well.  Thanks for the journey into your heart!
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Great one Kit!!

Yep, home is where the heart is. . . and it looks like yours is a very wonderful one. . . best of luck to you in your new home. . .

----------------------------------------------------

 That which gives light must endure burning
--Victor Frankl

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~Martie:  Thanks so much for the kind words Martie!

~Sven:  It feels like "home" already ... thanks Sven!

With much appreciation,
/Kit
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This is beautiful, Kit. It struck a chord within me. I, too, believe that our homes absorb the emotions and energies of those who live there. I've felt it. I love this!

Denise
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Kit,
Thanks for feeding this squirrel so many well-made morsels. I especially like how you say a home is a container. Loved it!

Mike
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~Denise:  You know the feeling ... thanks for the lovely comment Denise.

~BSquirrel:  Apparently you've followed me to my new home too BSquirrel ... break out the peanuts!  Thanks Mike.

Much appreciation,
/Kit
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