Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 22 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Calling Me Home - Poem by Scarlett Treat

Across the blue hills
Day is softly turning,
And I hear a voice,
Gently calling.

The swallows cross the blue hills,
Settling and chirping in their nests.
I hear a gentle voice
Sweetly calling me home to rest.

The fireflies, flickering along
The dark path, light me home.
I hear that sweet voice,
Softly urging me, 'Come.'

'Tis my mother's voice.
In it I hear her love
As it beckons me come
To my heavenly home.

So night settles peacefully
On the blue hills so near.
As I travel homeward,
I hear her voice, so dear.

I long to see her,
For I miss her so.
I'll soon hear her
As to my home I go.

Comments about Calling Me Home by Scarlett Treat

  • (6/22/2007 4:24:00 PM)

    Beautiful Poem, I loved it! (Report) Reply

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  • (5/2/2007 7:33:00 AM)

    Now don't you be in such a hurry to answer that call. You've a great deal more to contribute here yet, if this tribute is anything to judge by.
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  • (4/30/2007 12:05:00 AM)

    This is such a lyrical tribute Scarlett. There must have been great music in the relationship between you and your dear Allegra. I am reminded of the Cirque de Soleil's magical performance Allegria - Joy. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (4/27/2007 12:20:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem Scarlett.Well crafted and personal.A special poem to honour a loved one is the best tribute they can have.
    Sid John x.
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  • (4/27/2007 6:14:00 AM)

    SSS, this is so beautifully wonderfully soothing... quite beguiling. t x (Report) Reply

  • (4/20/2007 8:31:00 AM)

    Scarlett, this is so touching and beautiful. Nobody turns their poems into breathy songs like you do.
    Anna xxx
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  • (4/17/2007 2:17:00 PM)

    This really touches the spot, a deeply moving tribute Scarlett, beautifully written
    Love duncan X
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  • (4/17/2007 9:15:00 AM)

    I looked up the meaning of Allegra as the name has a wonderful sound. It means 'happy, cheerful, jaunty, lively' in Italian. Your mother was probably a little firecracker, just like you, Scarlett! That's going to be some reunion. A sweet poem, very. Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2007 8:27:00 PM)

    I found this poem most enjoyable! (Report) Reply

  • (4/14/2007 10:30:00 AM)

    Well, you effectively share here the poignancy of your missing her, Scarlett! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, February 14, 2011

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