On these hills wind my way homeward
These familiar roads I have traveled long ago
On a gypsy packed with plain goods
I’ve come home for a long while
These winding roads that take me home
Like before, they are still beautiful
Now on my mind, there’s nothing but joy
I’m in no hurry to trade this feeling
There in the doorway my mom stood
I ran to hug her for I’ve missed this place
Then in the kitchen everything felt like home again
Siblings together around a spark of fire
Like old times we chattered away
Relishing what we’ve had all this while
Among these hills where home is
I’ll always come back for a toast to living
A contest entry
- AP Book Contest: Get Published! (Last Chance!) by tinuelena.
1200 points, ended December 12, 2007, 53 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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9pts...
Thank you for your contribution to the Poetic Bandits reading list
~Lilac
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Home will always be there to come back to while your parents are still alive. It is not the house that makes the home, but the people in it. Liked the sentiments expressed in these lines. Easy to read and understand what you share in these lines.
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Like they say, there is no place like home. Your journey is full of meaningful images.
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For some reason, I envisioned a soldier returning home unexpectedly after a long absence as I read this. The feelings of relief upon walking through the door, of being able to rest, relax, come through so strongly throughout the poem. A soothing piece indeed!
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A Winner!
Rits, logged in here after quite a while and its totally worth it. What a lovely poem there! Make me miss home too. I can clearly see wht u described... The beauty of those blue hills, the cool breeze, the sound of wilderness and purity, the warmth of home... Its a lovely read Buddy. A winner, i'd say... Goodluck.
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Thank you for your wonderful entry, Josephine
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