I love this rugged country, the warm hypnotic nights
Created by a perfumed shrub, a flowering gum’s delight
A melting pot of cultures, renders richness rarely seen
The value of diversity creates a tempting fine cuisine
Woken in the morning by a smorgasbord of sounds
The garden live with music, with notes clear and profound
Then later in the evening when the sun retreats to rest
The insects start their chanting in defiant open jest
Yet when my dreams engulf me, it’s another place I go
A place that’s bleak and cold, where a northern wind does blow
Bright and glossy green, are the rain filled fields I see
With grey stoned houses filtered by a naked, single tree
And through the mottled haze I glimpse the purple mountain peaks
As they cast their sharpened shadows o’er the lochs in ragged streaks
Giant rhododendron bushes that frame all the roads I see
Their vibrant colours fill my mind with overwhelming glee
My birthplace calls me often when I fall asleep a night
Beckoning me to visit, tempting tastes of past delight
Yet early every morning when the kookaburra sings
I’m thankful for my rugged land and the pleasures that it brings
A contest entry
- Never Forget, Never Let Go by trista.
450 points, ended November 30, 2007, 27 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - HOME by second-born.
1200 points, ended August 13, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love this...you've written a piece that is so unique to the given theme...I also love its rhyme and flow...thank you for sharing this...
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good rhyming. nice poem
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Your imagery and inclusion of other senses is wonderful in this. I found your theme unique and creative, and the writing itself melodic and enjoyable to read. I think a couple of commas here and there along with periods might be helpful, but I realize not using punctuation might be part of your style. In L1 of your last stanza, did you mean "when I fall asleep (at) night"? Your rhythm is good...so good I expected to find a consistent syllable count throughout, so was surprised that it wasn't.
The places we have lived and call home are probably more important to us than we realize. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and memories of both of these special places, and good luck in the contest. Very nicely done!
Best wishes,
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Thank you so much for your comments and the bronze trophey - really appreciate it.
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I loved this content & style ...
and your form so reminds me of myself and some of my poetry. You obviously keep your senses wide open and I'm sure that your dreamlife and your waking one are more in appreciation of nature than 'grumbling, rumbling humans'! Keep writing, joy
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I love this and I know what it is like to love two places. Why not though there is a huge world out there, some of it beautiful some of it not but all interesting and home to someone. Well done
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beautiful!
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Still plenty of rhoddies and plenty of rain, though I think we're warming up a bit! Not a flake of snow or a smirr of frost yet, and we're well into November. Keep the memories alive.
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What a joy to read it seem a life time since last i saw a piece of your Always you show you love for your homeland while loving your adopted one.Makes one wish they could be in your shoes Excellent
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