Poetry of Home

I have drowned my soul
In the music of this land,
The Woods, the shores, the hills,
Until I have forgotten how to live
Anywhere else.
The tossing of the sea,
The stillness of sand in silver turmoil,
The storm-beaten trees bent in prayer…
But it is a life worth living
If your soul is on the speaking terms
With Poetry.

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22 thoughts on “Poetry of Home

  1. I have been fortunate to find access to the beauty and nourishment of nature – trees, flowers, streams, lakes, rivers, oceans in every place I have lived. I am so in tune with your sentiment here!

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