Hazel Durham


Coming Home - Poem by Hazel Durham

Punchestown races a glorious extravaganza,
You had a flutter on Fuchsia Belle,
Tall white haired man, softest baby blue eyes,
Everything new and wondrous to you,
Without any fuss you showered your warmth,
Outside the rain lashed down relentlessly,
All together we were like long lost pals,
As you wove your pure spell,
Watching as horses fell, virgin territory
For the farmer with plenty of charm,
Never doing anybody any harm,
A life dedicated to your beloved farm.
Years have passed many changes taking place,
Lover of nature, plenty of patience as you work at your own pace,
Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

About a day at the races with my boyfriend and daughter.

Comments about Coming Home by Hazel Durham

  • Annette Aitken (5/28/2016 10:49:00 AM)


    years have passed many changes taking place Since I left Ireland many moons ago the changess I see every time I return. I love reading your work some reminds me of home.
    Well done.
    Annette.
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (1/3/2016 6:19:00 PM)


    So touching- well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (12/15/2015 8:48:00 AM)


    Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
    You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home. beautiful write with matchless imagery, thanks for sharing dear Hazel
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  • (12/6/2015 8:19:00 PM)


    Lovely poem, Hazel.
    I especially like the last two lines:
    Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
    You hold my hand, I feel I am coming home.
    Thank you for sharing with us.
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  • .., Rahman .., Henry (10/11/2015 5:03:00 AM)


    'You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home. '

    wow! the feelings! Here 'you' is as comfortable as home. I'm spellbound reading the poem. Thanks a lot for sharing a lovely poem.
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  • (7/19/2015 5:41:00 AM)


    Haha, I like the day at the races and the locals and loved ones having a craic which is enjoyed by all and many a grand man lines the beer tent and the thrills of the day recounted. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/9/2015 10:47:00 PM)


    Without any fuss you showered your warmth,
    Outside the rain lashed down relentlessly,

    A very romantic ambiance is created! Enjoyed this wonderful meeting with your boyfriend!
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  • Akhtar Jawad (7/5/2015 10:51:00 PM)


    You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home.
    The poem is a true beauty................10
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  • Clarence Prince (4/13/2015 7:44:00 AM)


    Watching the races, I love it!
    Thanks for sharing, Hazel!
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  • Heather Wilkins (11/28/2014 5:31:00 PM)


    a beautiful poem you hold my hand I fell i am coming home home is where the heart is (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2014 6:09:00 AM)


    Another great write straight from the heart. (10)
    I notice you've had twenty appreciative comments so far for this poem but only six ratings registered.
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  • Amitava Sur (10/30/2014 8:59:00 AM)


    Wonderful expression, it gives such a soothing feeling with comfort.
    Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
    You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home........ Beautiful
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (8/18/2014 1:53:00 AM)


    Home is where the heart is. Full of feelings my friend. (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2014 1:42:00 PM)


    i like it...the last line is like a horse headed for the wire...again (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (12/23/2013 9:07:00 PM)


    Your poem is so beautiful!
    'Lover of nature, plenty of patience as you work at your own pace,
    Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
    You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home.'
    An excellent expression!
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  • Dinesh Nair (6/30/2013 12:24:00 AM)


    Here your feelings are metamorphosed into images of reality and the splendour of nostalgia gets painted on the canvas of today and days ahead. (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2013 3:12:00 PM)


    Wow! you are a wonderful writer. nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (12/24/2012 4:06:00 PM)


    Security and comfort are ripe here. It's like a woven quilt and a lit fireplace(with the safety gaurd in place of course) ! (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (12/21/2012 2:14:00 PM)


    a very sweet poem, , , , keep writing, , , (Report) Reply

  • April Swan (my Diary Of Bitterweet Chocolate) (12/4/2012 1:11:00 PM)


    It was so sweet! I feel so safe when I read this poem. I love it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 2, 2012


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