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An Addingham Man

I’ve roved the whole wide world And splendid it's wildly wonders are too, Decided to lay down my hat Close to an Aussie wombat, Yet drawn to you with a memory like glue. Tis one’s age I think, being kind to myself Now I am old afraid of being left on the shelf, But the years, those memories from so long ago Thankful they are deep within me when a need to glow. Yes, I do believe no matter where on earth I scan By 'eck, it was where I was born that makes me an Addingham man. © Harry J Horsman 2022

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/16/2022 6:12:00 PM

Hello Harry ... home travels with you wherever you go and it often draws you back in the mind. I too have had a few experiences with Wombats Harry. If you need a hole dug, hire a Wombat - thanks Harry - Lindsay

Joe Maverick

Date: 3/15/2022 1:57:00 PM

I knew it..' I just knew it LOL))) we are both in Similar situations Harry.' The thing for me it's Not I that have changed either, yet my country has been under assault that has Caused a terrible change, its like I can't Reconnect with my roots, because of these Lunatics.' And weak government ) a strong write I must conclude Harry, all the best' my thoughts Are with you.)

Anil Deo

Date: 3/14/2022 8:23:00 PM

Long live HH Addingham Man. A Mensch who should be one of a few peace ambassadors, with real patience & love of learning. "When a need to glow," yes Uvdo glow, and GROW, because that is Sir Harry Horsmans I grew to live: never stops growing. O how I wish 120 yrs for thee, and cloning. Shalom shalom shalom

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 3/8/2022 12:02:00 AM

well done my Yorkshire lad. xx

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/6/2022 12:11:00 PM

love of one's roots This is clearly shown in your poem here, harry. I will always be loyal to Iowa even though I have now lived more than 2/3 my life in Utah.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 3/5/2022 2:17:00 PM

You were born in the field of poetry, and that is where you belong, nicely done dear Harry :)

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 3/2/2022 12:35:00 PM

Home sweet home. I miss my early childhood hometown so much. It is not the same now, but as it once was in a microcosm of time and space. Such a splendid write Harry, so many can relate <3 ~BJ

Valsa George

Date: 3/1/2022 8:36:00 PM

Our memories will fly back to the place where we were born and bred ! It is where our roots are dug deep ! Where ever we are, our memories are tied around our native land and we like to be known by that identity ! A beautiful poem.. harry.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/1/2022 8:25:00 PM

Addingham it is, Harry. All roads lead back home, it seems, sooner or later. Me, too. I came back to Chicago after 'seeing the world.' ~ Gershon

Michael Tor

Date: 3/1/2022 5:54:00 PM

Nothing like home Harry. A special place, special memories and friends... Stay well my friend...

Bill Baker

Date: 3/1/2022 4:53:00 PM

Brought back many memories of my home and birthplace, Harry. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. A poet friend, Bill

Sam Kauffman

Date: 3/1/2022 4:19:00 PM

Harry, your heart resides in two homes - one where you live now and one you can always return to in memory. I, too, have that experience as I now live one thousand miles from my birth place but I find I return there often in treasured memories! Thanks for the trip home! Blessings. May both of your heart's homes be blessed.

I Am Anaya

Date: 3/1/2022 6:55:00 AM

beautiful story of the homeland--those wombats can get really big! Always keep your memories right here, Harry. Thank you for your poem...Anaya

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/1/2022 5:06:00 AM

Lovely ode to both your homeland and your adopted new abode. Your thoughts resonate, Harry.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/1/2022 12:53:00 AM

You can take the man out of Yorkshire but you cannot take Yorkshire out of the man. Well written Harry. Tom