Canola breath
littering the air
with an essence
of somewhere long past.
Miners fade
underground passages
leading back to now.
This is where I sleep
restful silence
like tumble weeds in May.
Crayoned green
with specks of lemon
summertime song and barley smiles.
This chair
rocks me into tomorrow
peaceful dreaming
in country lace.
Far away
outback hues
orchestrating the wind
that keeps me still...
Author notes
picture taken of my home town
A contest entry
- Where is Your Home? by Cinnarry.
1750 points, ended October 24, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So melancholy in its simple beauty. Thank you for entering.
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This is beautiful I really loved it. Nice work. The flow is impecable.
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