Missing Home
Laying here watching the morning sunrise
its time to open my eyes
Sweet morning dew that lay upon the earth
Sparkling as the warmth of the sun rays beam down upon them
Sweet smell of fresh dirt waiting to be over turned
As leaves start twirling in the light breeze
A moment of silence in the air as morning begins a new day
Cozy and warm It feels in my bed
The smell of home lingers in my mind
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Short and Sweet | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Hurt and Now Alone | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Cherish Moments | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Letting you go... | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| KILLING ME SOFTLY | 0 | 01/27/2012 |
| Our Magical Look | 1 | 01/20/2012 |
| Locked in a cage ‘till dark | 1 | 01/11/2012 |
| Missing Home | 0 | 01/11/2012 |
| "A Chance to Dance" | 0 | 02/14/2011 |
| "A moment in time held in my heart " | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| “The Day I Met You” | 0 | 05/26/2010 |
| “Hopes” | 0 | 05/26/2010 |
| Wedding thoughts | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| My Love Long Ago | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Through all the hurt | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Hear my cries! | 0 | 03/06/2009 |
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