Rockey.S Tushar Poet Rhyme

Memory of home

Pine trees green as emerald against the blue sky, 
    Waving their branches as I walk by
     Sun shining bright as a marigold flower blooms,
    Behind my figure dark against the warm ground my shadow looms,
   I see a small blue house with a brick chimney, 
   A wooden porch standing
  Looks so beautiful so majestic to me.
  I close my eyes and breathe in deep
   The smell of the country so sweet to me,
    Towards the small patch of dark woods I go
     Chilly breeze, crunchy leaves under my feet as I roam,
     This, this is home to me the home i yearn for so tenderly,
     In my memory it looks so small yet standing here 
      It all comes back.

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Mark West November 10, 2024 at 11:47 PM Rockey, I walk in the woods a lot and always have done so your poem brings the memories of times with my dad, when we would spend hours out there. Thank you for your comments on my poems, the thing that a number of my poems are based on is the loss of my daughter when she was only 32 but writing helps and comments are always encouraging, my only limited advice would be just write what you feel good about, if you like it it dosent matter about anybody else, Thank you Mark Rockey.S Tushar November 11, 2024 at 7:30 AM Thank, Mark, for your encouragement. I think it's so sweet you're writing poems based on your daughter. I'm so very sorry for your loss, whether it was recently or years ago. I'm sure she's extremely proud of you. I think a sweet image of your daughter is smiling down at you, clapping wearing golden wings. Thank you for commenting, mark. I appreciate it.