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Coming home from where I had been retracing steps from here to there Has brought my life full circle now bringing back the lessons I share

            
  Tate and his cousin Paige in the 50 ft swing we built 

 

The water's edge rose to meet me

while either side the river lie

Across the bridge and path I ran

past tall fields of both wheat and rye

 

To the meadow where my home sat

there childhood dreams were born and died

I followed the path that life led

my favored angel at my side

 

Here were crafted my hopes and dreams

from hence I’d come to test my skill

To find the place where I belong

perhaps upon some distant hill

 

Coming home from where I had been

retracing  steps from here to there

Has brought my life full circle now

teaching me the lessons I share

 

I had set out to find my purpose

only my own life did I see

But finding love in coming home

my treasured soul had found all three

 

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Author's Note

Sometimes we find who we are is as simple as where we came from.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Tate,

As always a beautiful and romantic piece. However this one is perhaps even more romantic than usual. And I agree. How happy a home filled with loved ones. Money can't buy this. Nothing can replace this. This is what completes us and gives us our sense of purpose and meaning.

A nice one, Tate. Very much enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Ladysue]

A beautiful write with a very endearing and good message. It flowed wonderfully. Nicely done...

[StacyPerry]

Beautiful. Nuff Said

[Charles]

Good one, Tate.

Since you aren't adverse to apostrophe (see I'd) you might add one to 'waters.'

I had to think a while at the very end about what 'three' were found - that's not a bad thing (getting readers to stop and analyze), but I wonder whether I picked the right three.

Rhyme sequence is very strong as usual and the meter is tight... I might even say too tight. I say this in light of the nice feel in stanza 1, where the eight feet can be read in two groups of four per line... except the last line where 'of' would be end of the first group and thus be separated from the clause to which it belongs (a disruption of the normal reading sequence0. Better, I think, to omit 'of' in favor of a pause (perhaps accentuated by a comma) before getting to the last four feet. The line might look like this: past tall fields, both wheat and rye (the pause becomes the fourth foot in the first grouping and the reading sequence is not disrupted in any way). I dwell on this here because it exemplifies what I've said in other reviews about the beauty of letting the meter (number of feet) vary a bit.

Good theme here as well, flows nicely from beginning to end.

Keep writing, my friend.

[Liza]

isn't it amazing how life suprises us and comes back full circle. a very beautiful expression of hope and discovery!

[Devons]

It almost goes without saying that this poem -like the thoughtful craftsman who created it- has a wisdom of tender beauty. The last verse in particular displays these virtues very decisively and effectively. Home is where the heart is and therefore heart is where the soul is. And the soul of this poem is rich with simple understanding, showing us through concise words and compounded imagery just what answers lie within us. Often Man is compelled to be the seeker but often what he finds is merely the key to the door of what he really is..
Lovely work.

[Antonio Valentino]

That's the wonder of roads, they take us away, but they still, all lead back home. One has to peero over the edge, or into the dark of caves in order to realize that, our purpose, will always lie in the hearts we share mutual love with.

There's nothing more complex and rewarding, as being simple.

Great job friend.
Antonio :)

[WriterSki7]

Be thankful you at least have a place you call home.
Regardless, this is a five-stanza, four line, ABCB poem. As usual, I have little critique for such an excellent poem. And with that being the case, why do you need my review?

Another job well done, Tate.

[Helen Crutchett]

"I had set out to find my purpose
only my own life did I see
But finding love in coming home
my treasured soul had found all three"

Beautiful work my friend. Lovely picture too!
Thank you for sharing your talent with us once again! ~ Helena

[deeps]

This is a real beuatiful piece here and caring.
Very well written

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like how it starts and like a river it has amazing flow. I think it’s a great piece well done.