The road is long to my old Virginia home
but sunlight shines the way
and I recognize clear skies and
empty roads, and I can
watch the tall trees sway.
It looks like home just there
where the road rises and dips
with its artistic flare, and
where honeysuckle scents the air.
I am homeward bound
and I am almost home.
Lovely!
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I like it.
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Welcome home Dor. Hope all is well.
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What a gorgeous photo, Dor!
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Lovely !! But you didn’t tell us where you have been. ?
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Home can so often be a delight. We like coming and we like going. That’s the way it should be, my mom always says.
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Your poem almost makes me feel as if I were from Virginia and on my way home!
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Only to town Rita! However, we have been away for a wedding and to Baltimore, MD recently and always heave a sigh of relief when we get to this point.
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Yes, “Home is where the heart is.”
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It is about our very own country road and we would love to see you here anytime!
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There’s no place like home. The poem and picture work together perfectly.
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Dor! Did you write this poem? It’s absolutely beautiful. And what a perfect picture to match. I can imagine being right there, with those great homeward bound feelings!
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Home sweet home. I agree, and your poem was lovely.
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Love this ❤
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Thanks Melissa…. you inspire me to keep going on the poetry. That was my first love growing up and yes, I did write this one.
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