I grew up in the country, away from all the fun,
where all I saw were corn fields and the bright sun.
No big city, burg or town,
I was such a klutz and always falling down.
As a young girl, I sat in my room,
while I looked out the window and wished for a groom.
I dreamed of the day when he would take me away,
from the wide open spaces and tall stacks of hay.
Years later when that wish finally came true,
I felt really sad and I was so blue.
Driving past my brick house on West Road,
I held my wedding gown that I had lovingly sewed.
Today I live very far from my hometown,
in a little city where we’ve finally settled down.
I am happy to report that I am no longer sad,
‘cause as long as I am with him, I am very glad.
And no matter where we decide to roam,
I will always think that with him, I am home.
***I have written this piece for a group on Facebook that I have joined, BFF Blogging For Fun. Interested in more...click on the picture below to take you there. Don't forget to check out my friends at One Stop Blog World, a collective of all the great blog sites of which I am a member!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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Lovely poem about your hometown! :D
ReplyDeleteKathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com/
Awww.... That is a sweet poem! Great job!
ReplyDeleteThis was a fantastic poem! I'm glad you're happy! 8o)
ReplyDeleteHome isn't always a place. Good for you.
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