(A light poem, written with and for a light heart on a light day... more a song than a poem, actually. I was humming John Denver's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" when I wrote this. It's a simple poem, written to unburden myself; nothing particularly great about this one.)
I’m proudly walking,
My steps are light;
The Sun is shining,
Clean and bright;
‘
I’m on my way
To the place I call Home.
The road is long,
The end’s not in sight;
So I’m singing a song
As though I’m on a flight,
And if I see someone I say
I’m on my way
To the place I call Home.
Since I’ve come this close,
And as I climb the last stile
My heart glows;
I’ve come to stay,
I’ve come all the way
To the place I call Home.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
The Place I Call Home
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Finally, someone (Hari) had some criticism to make. He was particularly in splits over my introductory sentences to the poem. Since he's a lazy guy, I thought I'd leave a comment on his behalf; but the things he said are kind of unprintable, so I'll leave it at this :)
Hey ur poem reminded me of Denver's "Take me home,Country Roads..",which I'm literally singin now!!:)
nice!
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