G.R. Gaus

Rookie - 141 Points (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Feels Like Home - Poem by G.R. Gaus

There are certain places we happen upon,
It's possible, these places find us,
Whatever the chance; seem to be drawn,
Humans and nature, tend to coalesce.

Taking a hike by a mountain stream,
Following along, an animal trail,
Traveling by light of a moonbeam,
Looking deep down, into the dale.

Sitting on a log with a natural chair,
As the wind blows high in the trees,
Breathing in, all the fresh clean air,
Embraced; by a warm gentle breeze.

Facing the sun on a cold morning,
Pressed up close, to an ancient stone,
Heat filled surface, slowly warming,
Feels so free, to be out here alone.

Always a clock, ticking in my head,
Must be time, put an end to my roam,
Another day and many places to tread,
But you know; this all feels, like home.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Our natural instincts are fading fast as we live our lives, locked up tight, behind windows and doors. Evolution has led us down a road to a soft, safe time, free from the threat of wild animals but always aware, of the victim of crime. Out in the open space we once
lived in a place that feels like home……

Comments about Feels Like Home by G.R. Gaus

  • Valerie Dohren (4/10/2012 2:38:00 PM)


    Wonderful - there are places we all feel an affinity with I am sure. Good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012


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