Nick Bagnall Poet Tail-rhyme

My House

The smell of oven baking cake
A comfy chair to take a break
My parents round for tea
The comfort of these tall strong walls
The noisy wail of childrens calls
No place I'd rather be








Honourable Mention in 'home'

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Andrea Dietrich September 30, 2010 at 6:48 PM This is so FINE, Nick! Nothing like a cute little homey poem!! LUv, Andrea

Brandee Augustus February 1, 2010 at 1:53 PM I love the smell of that cake as well. I also enjoyed the realism of what a real family sounds like day to day. Congratulations on your win in the contest!

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 31, 2010 at 8:09 AM Congratulations Nick, on your Honorable Mention in The Rambling Poet’s “Home” Mini-Poetry contest with these loving, warm words. Your talent has placed you in the winners circle. Smiles, Dane Ann

Carolyn Devonshire January 30, 2010 at 4:56 PM I'm so glad this poem did well in the contest, Nick. Congratulations! Love, Carolyn

January 29, 2010 at 1:48 PM What a nice family feel to this poem. Reminds me of my own childhood home. Congratulations on being one of the winners in the Home contest. Enjoy your success. Keep on writing! Karen

Joyce Johnson January 29, 2010 at 12:08 PM Lucky you to know what you have. Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce

Margaret Foster January 28, 2010 at 5:17 PM A real family house by the sound of it Nick...congratulations..well done...Margaret

Carolyn Devonshire January 28, 2010 at 9:31 AM It sounds like a wonderful place to live, Nick! When will the cake be ready? I'd ask you to save a slice for me but I'm trying to lose the "holiday pounds." Delightful poem! Love, Carolyn