I see the lights of home
As nightly shadows fall
How brightly shine the lights
A welcome to their call
My cottage is nestled in
A little grove of trees
For shade and beauty my friend
A most welcome place to be
So step inside and rest awhile
Your journey has been long
I'll light the fire to keep you warm
And I'll play your favorite song
I'm glad you decided to stop by
It's been a long time you know
I make a stew for me and you
We'll eat it by the fire's glow
Author notes
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I think back in time and remember when I would walk home after work (before I got married). I would reach the corner and I could see my house, the picture window had the lamp lit and the kitchen lights were also on. Before I even got to the steps, I could smell chili and corn pone, or Johnnycake as my Mother called it. There was something about her chili that drifted through the neighborhood. How I would love to smell it one more time.
A contest entry
- Kinkade Inspired. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended October 12, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your beautiful entry and for following the rules, good luck in my contest, Josie
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Thank you for the HM. I enjoyed entering your contest. Katie
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Ah, Katie - you write in a manner I so enjoy...like poetry used to be - lilting and meaningful. Just love this one!
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Thanks Wolfie, I am so glad you enjoyed my poem. Katie
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this is a very nice reading. I like the invitation that you wrote in this poem.
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Anytime the invitation stands trekkergirl. Do you like stew? Katie
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