The stone walls, the church bells and fountains
They feel good now
As good as a Stanford run
Or a Midwest drive
My stroll through vineyards surrounded by white capped peaks
Feels just as nice as an August thunderstorm
Or watching the waves at Half Moon Bay
Winding streets that set my head spinning
Now are soothing and rhythmical
Even to so strange a place
I still find my way home
That was beautiful! I want to feel that way...
ReplyDeleteNice to be home, huh?
ReplyDeleteI keep looking at your post a comment 'blurb', and it just seems to fit this poem so perfectly:
ReplyDelete...and you may ask yourself, well...how did I get here?
Welcome home. You were missed.
Glad to have you back home again!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Home, sweet home, always...
ReplyDeleteyour poem is beautiful, glad you're home again
ReplyDeleteLovely ! The place has indeed impacted you !
ReplyDelete:)
we missed you!
ReplyDeletegreat return appearance...aloha
A little returning home gift here.
ReplyDeleteWhat a way with words, you have!!!
ReplyDeleteit is always nice to come home. it is especially nice to find home in a place you never thought would be that.
ReplyDeleteyour poem is lovely.
Lovely post.. I think your heart always shows you the way home!!! Nice feeling hey??
ReplyDeleteHome IS where the heart is.....that is the good thing :-)
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