Powerful Nostalgia Poem by Ernestine Northover
Powerful Nostalgia
Sauntering down the country lane,
With backpack light, and hand on cane,
So many memories were released to me,
It was as if I’d become a child again.
Here I had spent my junior days,
And all that I could do was gaze,
At scenery seemingly, not changed at all,
Still fields of corn and wheat and maize.
The river with its soothing musical song,
Continuously gurgling and singing along,
Lulled me into such quiet contemplation,
My presence here could not be wrong.
For coming home was a astute idea,
In my heart now things were very clear,
Henceforth this niche would be my base,
How enticing is this powerful nostalgia.
WONDERFUL! WONDERFUL! WONDERFUL! The river with its soothing musical song, Continuously gurgling and singing along, Lulled me into such quiet contemplation, My presence here could not be wrong. Thankyou Ernestine, this was such a pleasure to read Love duncan X
A deeply powerful last stanza.... a serene and finely penned piece. Grand work. t x
The older we grow, the more the nostalgic matters. Maturity perhaps and a little wisdom? But most of all remembering what used to be. Your picture is perfect. Your poem is timeless. love, Allie xxxx
places of younger days...inspiration from memories, sometimes it is enough to fuel a new beginning. excellent form, Ernestine, and enjoyable read. -Tailor
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Coming home to a place of such beauty. Wonderful poem you have created here and a pleasure to read. Love, Andy xx