What I see before me is my home,
It has always been my home no matter it's faults
I hear of anarchy and hate but all I see is the garden bed from which I have blossomed,
from which the people who care for me have also grown
From my window perch I see the leaves of Autumn floating softly against the charcoal sky
the skeletal trees swaying with such beauty in the wind
and the little houses, all the same, full of people who don't appreciate this wonderful place.
some of the most sadistic and warped minds spawned from this place
but I just put that down to us being different and original
The sound of cars, planes and trains are soothing to me,
those same sounds mean this city is alive
a city full of people who may leave to find bigger and better things
some say we are a backwater, the smallest capital in Australia
but we are the country town most in touch with the world
not all that much happens here, but when it does
Adelaideans don't take it for granted
diverse, multicultral, misunderstood
but most of all
My Home
A contest entry
- What's it like where you live? Free Verse or poetic prose by rbruce.
3000 points, ended June 12, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Bravo!
Well said, home is where the heart is.
All the best in the contest.
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love it babe great write... damn straight everything u said.. hope2 cu friday still??? its my an 2 other ppls 18th and a m8s 21st.. do u have any black size 10 shoes 4 a dressy dress...... lol.. give me a call i dont hav ur number xoxoxoxo
stace xooxoxoxox
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I like this one. Be it ever so humble- there's no place like home. Good luck.
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