In the garden, mud squished beneath my feet.
I dreamt of oceans vast and concrete,
Where rainbows danced upon the waves,
And washed stone glistened in the sun's raves.
But beyond the sea, darkness loomed.
And creatures of the deep entombed,
A world of mystery and fear
Where danger lurked and death was near.
Yet still, I yearned to explore.
To sail the seas and seek out more,
To brave the storms and face my fate,
And discover what lies beyond the gate.
For in my heart, a fire burned,
A passion that could not be turned
To grasp the world and all its wonder,
And now bygone be held asunder.
So I set sail and left the shore,
To seek the treasures that lie in store,
To chart fresh lands and conquer fears,
And live a life without any tears.
And though the journey was cruel and long,
And intermittently I felt weak and wrong.
I never gave up on my throng.
Written: June 05, 2023
Categories:
homestead, analogy, appreciation, beauty, green,
Form: Rhyme
Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/
I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/
While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/
I’ll abrogate woes to lurk away more straight/
Compile and appropriate foe’s to contain your plate/
The trial of a pirate goes on to con tame and irrigate/
Denial of a tyrant that strove along to drain and irritate/
Then dial a vibrant cat to move strong and plain annihilate/
A senile re-brand that drove a pronged strain to acclimate/
The tribal withstand fought a shove from one that longed again to act just or right/
Sir it’s vital to know the zone read was a wrought lot and would attract a prejudice overnight/
Survival of a homestead sought above tact and when injustice is worth a fight/
Sure is final now just like a home’s bed brought to a spot held at last a permanent site/
Categories:
homestead, abuse, anger, art, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
gingerbread lace on a gorgeous white porch
splashed of corals and oranges among the green trees
here is a home where love is generously lavished
I rush out of the car almost before it has stopped
Home at last, I smell vanilla and cinnamon and love.
Categories:
homestead, home,
Form: Free verse
A
WW Homestead
Autumn
By Tom Wright
10-10-2019
Leaves falling,
Winter stalling,
Firewood hauling,
Geese calling,
Couch sprawling,
Footballing.
Categories:
homestead, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
It’s the place where I belonged
In my room listening to my songs
The tree outside my window bent and swayed
Where I felt I could have stayed
My bike always rested against the wall
Ready and waiting at my recall
And playing cricket in the backyard
Was a cool evening summer’s greeting card
Oh, to return to those days again
Where there were no worries and ready friends
As my days blend and pass by
My mind is in the old homestead and a clear blue sky.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
homestead, home, life,
Form: Ballad
seen from the highway traversing
backroads in central south dakota
the framework of an old homestead
a carapace more than a structure
in the distance gnarled limbs held
rusted barbed wire in place as fence
scant distance from the homestead's
weathered shell still standing proud
a decades old Aermotor windmill.
it filled a galvanized tank guarding
life giving water for far grazing cattle
golden crisp prairie grasses spread
far as an eye could survey
weathered bond of the homestead's
walls stood--relics of another age
hardened and annealed from
daily immersion in plains weather
noble despite capitulating to time.
in the minds eye he sees the windmill
at Little Reata from the movie "Giant"
as light faded welcoming the dusk he could see
the youthful Jett Rink climbing its ladder
rising to gain the platform-then squatting
to survey his empty land
the silhouette of Jett's sharp-cut features
visualized more than open grassland
Jett envisioned an empire. the visitor kept
mementos of a unique bygone era.
old homestead
9-29-16
Categories:
homestead, memory, nostalgia, old,
Form: Free verse
At the Homestead today,no time to write verse,
Fran had once again got the cleaning curse,
Cleaned carpets and rugs,to eradicate bugs,
Found not a one as we went, through, sweeping,
Mopping,polishing too, everything gleaming,
Dusted and cleaned, bed linen changed,
Carpets outside to air, dogs better hide,
Or they would be bathed and groomed too.
Found time to nip out to Jumbo's in town,
For a pool for Midnight and one for our clowns.
A visit from friends, Phil and Marg caused us to stop,
They were a welcome sight, we were ready to drop.
I'm off to bed now with a hot chocolate drink,
Maybe a read of my kindle, too weary to think.
I said no poem from me but I'm glad to say,
I managed to write this at the end of the day.
© Dave Timperley 05 August 2016
Categories:
homestead, house, work,
Form: Rhyme
I gave you shelter from the storm,
when it was cold I kept you warm,
from blazing sun I gave you shade,
stopped the wind from blowing you away.
I gave you comfort in the night,
watched over you while you lay sleeping,
through my windows shone the moonlight;
became the mulga perfumes keeping.
Now I'm not wanted any more
dust builds up around my door
there are no footsteps on my floor
I'm not wanted anymore
I'm not wanted any more
no one can hear me crying
no one comes here anymore
I'm not wanted anymore
Pots and pans hung from my wall,
I loved your paintings in my hall,
departed souls I helped you mourn,
I watched your babies being born,
now there's no children running 'round,
I miss the smell of quandong jam,
please come back I am your home,
it hurts so much to be alone.
Departed souls I helped you mourn,
I watched your babies being born,
please come back I am your home,
it hurts so much to be alone.
Categories:
homestead, home, lonely, sad,
Form: Lyric
Visiting with memories
Childhood days, thoughts remembered,
Things of me that used to be.
House that's aged, weathered and grayed -
I feel its splintering pain;
Watching me as we all played.
Elements she held at bay;
Her walls hold cherished secrets;
Creaky floors gave me away.
Love has gone, home lost it's shine.
Here I sit, this last recall,
Earth to earth, dust to dust, pine.
Once I left she lost her spring.
Her heartbeat beat its last breath
No more a home but a thing.
Memories stand strong as she
Reigned her years; everyone's gone
Moving on as it should be.
Thanks to you my ode homestead,
I grew up secure and loved
And trips to the wood shed.
My heartfelt tears have a smile;
Emotions, both joy and sad;
New owners, life's worthwhile.
Categories:
homestead, childhood, life, nostalgia, sad,
Form: Ode