Coming Home Poem by Hazel Durham
Coming Home
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.
its nice to have boy friends and with them daughters and you don't have to be under any obligation either to either love pursues lovely poetree are you
a poem of pure warmth with a feeling of being at home? ..............wonderfully written Hazel.
A touch of class. Lovely poem passionately penned from the heart.
You hold my hand I feel I am comming home. Lovely lines.Thanks for sharing.
yes brilliant, gentleness oozes like water, beautiful and unself conscious. Lovely
Thank you for sharing this piece of your life in your home country- - the feeling of homecoming when the man is just the right fit with both woman and child and life becomes a joy! Well done! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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3/18/2023 11:15:15 AM # 1.0.0.1112
Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone, You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home.... brilliant expression. It was a nice day at the races you were with your boyfriend and daughter. Thanks.