As the daylight creeps wearily atop the local hills..
Beauty fades into glowing red orange embers of a spectacular Sunrise
Sadly, I turn my back on the old farm cottage
It now only holds painful memories
I just can’t face another sunset in this lonely town
Slowly.. I walk past vast fields of wheat
where I played as child those many years ago.
Gleaming silos lit by guiding lights stand
like silent sentinels at the edge of the field
There's a sensuous smell of fresh hay everywhere
Magpie's sang their joyous morning song..
A Blackbird sang ..suddenly it gave the distress signal..
All my friends have left the area for so called greener pastures
I realize now it was my turn to take some initiative
After packing what little I had left, I hit the road
In the cool glow of morning the little town looked somehow friendlier
I hesitated and ....almost turned back.
Past beautiful willow trees lining the old creek
Wasn’t it Beth that had begged me not to leave
Somewhere a memory ‘ A childhood pact with a lady
A boy, just teens, a lovely young girl swearing a friendship not to be broken.
I look towards the paddock as I come out of my deep thought.
A farmer was ploughing the fields, he stopped to rest awhile and waved.
Silently I watched a crow fly high calling
and directly forward as if to shelter my Journey.
I was heading for the hills and what lay beyond
The road stood before me, a straight line...new forever
It was to be my very own grown up adventure
And ...
I somehow knew a journey expedition into adulthood.
Author notes
Written July 25th, 2004
A contest entry
- Leaving Home by Ms Tinkerbell.
300 points, ended November 13, 2005, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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525 points, ended April 9, 19 entries
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Great write and
Thank You for entering
Good Luck
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Wow this almost brought a tear to my eye, I could feel everything and felt like telling you to turn back now
Sometimes we all have to do what is necessary to make ourselves better people or to allow our rite to adulthood to pass over us. A tremendous write with lots of feeling and imagery. Well done, thansk for entering, Tink x
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A very nicely portrayed outward bound journey. I liked the attention to detail and your inward musing. Even the detail of the touch that lingers. I wish you the very best in this contest.
Sincerly yours in poetry
Dennis
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