Home

The world but an extension of the soul

Housing good and evil

Light and darkness

Each place special and unique

Home to a choosen few

 

But it is the state of Georgia

Which holds my heart

Lovingly and wholey

My soul resides its place assured

In the light of good

 

For here God must have taken extra care

Its beauty unsurpassed its people

Undescribable

 

In the place that I call home

Animals roam freely

Deer and birds living in the quite cool forest

Of pine and oak and magnolia

Squirrels chattering in the branches

 

On the summer wind is carried

The seet smell of an afternoon rain

Moving slowlyacross the fields of red

Or the scent of freshly cut grass

Thick and green in the air

 

And in the winter months

When are still, and cool air flows

A mere reprieve from dog day summers

Thousands of christmas lights make bright the small town skies

dazzling the eye and boggling the mind

 

And in the land of beauty

Live a people of great love and kindness

Welcoming and hospitable to all

And a true family to those who are willing

To give them a chance

 

The world but an extension of the soul

Housing good and evil

Light and darkness

Each place special and unique

Home to a choosen few

Reviews

[Elyse]

The word "home" holds many connotations, but the imagery you capture is breath taking. I think your "home" is a place of wonder and awe�I love the energy.

[SamBug]

This was a great poem. You used great immagery and brought it all to the emotion and life it needed. you have nothing you need to improve on. Great job.