The Sound of Home
The Sound of Home
The rugged moor top
grew shapeless hiding
within the grey shroud,
invisible steps
to endure in lieu.
The dense stratus
manipulates
the morning sun
losing the day.
Distant call,
tower clock
chimes the way.
On track
soon home.
Safe.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
I never knew Harry Horsman personally or read any of his poetry before, but from perusing his page, I've come to realize how awesome his writing is and know that we miss a good person on PS...
This particular poem, "The Sound of Home" spoke to me because 'home' is where we feel safe and protected, no matter where we've been or what we may encounter along the way. Here, one can feel the dense clouds shrouding the moor as evening sets in. The clock tower chiming could refer to the late hour, yet when we finally reach home, we are secure. Reading this, I know that Harry is resting safe in His heavenly home..
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