Longing

Rebecca

Though now the clouds roll over me

as the west winds have blown

I find I long for distant plains

endless skies I have known

 

But what to me was east and west

and lure of many lands

could never replace the green grass

with tepid heated sands

 

For here was where I set my roots

bright summers in the glen

A-wash in colors of the fall

your heart shines now as then

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Author's Note

While at times I long for adventure from my misspent youth. I always turn to Becky and smile, realizing, I have come to the end of the rainbow.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Tate … it's Richard, come to pay a visit! : )
Photograph, font choice, and color each add to the ambiance of your word choices, helping set a mood that harmonizes smoothly to the beat of your 8/6-count Quatrains, and the abcb, defe, etc; rhyme-scheme.
I hope Becky has had the privilege of reading this passionately tender piece in homage to her, and when Nature, Her colors and textures, are blended softly with the lure of human emotion, it cannot help but be a winner.

Thank you, Tate, for sharing your splendid skills! 〜 Richard

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Richard .Yes Becky has been the subject of many of my writes and she has my heart and well knows it.I think in this one i captured her essence as best i could.I appreciate that you notice the intricacies of the method i used in creating her picture Thank you

[Richard🖌]

It was my pleasure, Tate! : )

[Renée]

Nice, Taters! Far from home, but heart hears the call, that makes a man return to warm, open arms. A beautiful tribute, for your wife ( :

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Renee thank you dear youre right It is a call from home that always brings us back As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

[Renée]

(( ;
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[andrew mitchell]

A lovely poem, just lovely!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Andrew

[B]

She has brought all this sunshine and happiness to your life

What a beautiful lady she must be ....... She has a face of love .......

Love your words of her

[Tate Morgan]

she is a sweet heart i smile at her everyday and count my blessings thank you

[B]

Lovely :)

[Dark Empress]

Lovely poem, but I would say you haven't come to the end of the rainbow. It sounds to me like Becky is your rainbow

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you you got it SHe is the gold at the end of my rainbow

[Helen Crutchett]

Beautiful poetry Tate! How lucky you have Becky. We never come to the 'end of the rainbow'....we might pause there and thank our lucky stars, but there is always another rainbow to climb!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Helena I know how lucky i am and thank the gods that be for her everyday

[Jamestown]

Great flowing piece, imagery filled and great message!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Tate Morgan]

thank you jamestown Always a pleasure to see you here

[Tate Morgan]

She gets home late and for the 5 yrs Ive been married i have waited up on her every night

[Jamestown]

That's what it's all about, I'm sure waiting up to see her safe is
more then worth it:)

[Tate Morgan]

oh yeah It is I have always looked forward to her getting home it is what I live for

[Tai Ryens]

The longing for youth can sometimes feel like homesickness, and you've expressed this thought well with your most lovely imagery. Well done.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Tai thank you so much

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Wonderful imagery as always.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you sir