Finding Home Poem by Sarah Persson
Finding Home
Finding Home
I'm one to wander gently,
Not cross borders to and fro,
My world is smaller nowadays,
Homeland I'll get to know.
I don't care what the Jones's do,
Nor the Johnsons or the Browns,
I'd rather live spontaneous,
Live by means within my grounds.
We have the mountains and the sea,
We have the fields and meadows,
The moors, the lakes, the cities
And the sun shines just as yellow.
Fair enough, it rains alot,
But the lushness left behind,
Is wonderful, it's everywhere,
This land it soothes my busy mind.
So when I need some time away,
I've just a small bus ride,
To the countrysides quaint villages,
Or barefoot walks at the seaside.
This land is in my heart and soul,
It's the place I call my home,
I have my fun times, my solitude,
My feet, no reasons left to roam.
This is a beautiful poem on country and countryside having stunning expression and lovely collocation. We are living in such a place where mountains and sea, fields and meadows, moors, lakes and cities are around to us and are beautiful. The land that remains in one's heart and soul is his home. It has nicely been painted, let it be quoted... .. This land is in my heart and soul, It's the place I call my home, I have my fun times, my solitude, My feet, no reasons left to roam. Many thanks dear Sarah for sharing this captivating poem. Full vote.
This land is in my heart and soul, It's the place I call my home, I have my fun times, my solitude, My feet, no reasons left to roam. A beautiful ending, nicely penned. 10
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We are rich, richer than we can imagine. We need to count our blessings, especially in America. I love the citation: We have the lakes, the mountains.... Nice write! Bonne chance!
Sometimes we forget how lucky we are with our surroundings, where we were born and what into. Sometimes its generous to take a step back and look. Thank you for your words Herbert