Saturday, March 14

I came home

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

13 comments:

  1. That was beautiful! I want to feel that way...

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  2. Nice to be home, huh?

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  3. I keep looking at your post a comment 'blurb', and it just seems to fit this poem so perfectly:

    ...and you may ask yourself, well...how did I get here?

    Welcome home. You were missed.

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  4. Glad to have you back home again!

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  5. Beautiful! Home, sweet home, always...

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  6. your poem is beautiful, glad you're home again

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  7. Lovely ! The place has indeed impacted you !

    :)

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  8. we missed you!
    great return appearance...aloha

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  9. A little returning home gift here.

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  10. What a way with words, you have!!!

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  11. it is always nice to come home. it is especially nice to find home in a place you never thought would be that.

    your poem is lovely.

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  12. Lovely post.. I think your heart always shows you the way home!!! Nice feeling hey??

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  13. Home IS where the heart is.....that is the good thing :-)

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...and you may ask yourself, well...how did I get here?