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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

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A poem if love yes, and life's lessons...we see the grass is not always greener..
I love the picture .. rain and kisses go together.. and going home ... always
home calls us back.

Chloe

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Adore the philosophy instilled in your author's note! Kudos - always a lovely lesson with your writing. Stunning piece. You are both blessed.
Love and Light,
SiddARTha

[Ecros Lathes]

I like it it is a good poem good write also. :)

[Rory CJ Frankson]

********************************************************************************************* All Stars **********************

A man, a woman. An whoa''s. That know that flow... where the river. Life goes. In it's meander
To wear away time and rivers bank. I could see you there, an stare. With memories bared upon the souls knoll. That hill, built on childhood dreams. And the seams, of the Teddy Bear. Tattered. Stretched, as your kid. Pulled off his nose and an arm dangle, crooked. Comfort.

`````````````````````````Those things so worn, an cherished.`````````````````````````````

The romantic, soul. Who scoops that woman don't you know, and take her. For picnics... in tall prairie grass an grain. Watch the wind an wave it sway. As you say, Tate. In all things come full circle, and songs played. Bring on tears. Of chances missed. Yet, here is hope for the wayfarer. The lonesome horseman. Who knows his rein. The bridle his bride. And, his saddled pride. Like the wild one. needs broke and river trained gentled.... A good woman the same and, children's games. To never, forget. Laughter.

As it is with those eyes. We see the wonder, hey? Where the love grows, the half of their soul. That made them. No matter how old we grow. it's still those two halves. That make the whole man and a woman, her man to stand. By that river time. See in that natures Rhyme. The poem. That hold her warm hand to feel loves glow, see seasons change. With her beauty in it all. Life. All these things my, friend. That re-arrange the fortitude, the timbered strength of the home that's built. On the blood sweat an tears, construct. The glue of life, you touch here... poetically. With heart and soul, upon a sleeve. Worthy...

``````````````````````````````````````````That fabric.```````````````````````````````

Moments, memories hope. For the future dreams, in those streams. That make us, whole.

********************************************************************** A sweat rendering of real Heart Bro *******

Romon in Review 06/01/10. 10:40pm Quesnel BC CANADA. Heart & Soul Peace...

Ride Bridle Gentle till the feel arrive an the need, to ride the wind.
"Ki - Ki" Kicker er back a bit an hit that stride. Loved.
As a Stallion knows it's Master. A firm hand.
Care & Grooming. Create, that bond.
But, you know all that.

[Nyida Strong]

The journey to find ourselves can often be as simple as looking in a mirror. I always enjoy your work and the bittersweet tone is truly a gem.

N. Strong

[Tia Sanchez]

This is a work of art. The music, image, and words all work together and create romantic beauty. Very impressive.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with this poem. Thank you for the Army. I touched 4 continents and lived on all four cornered of the USA. I ended back home in the safety of my Michigan where all my life memories had begin. I like the flow and gentleness of your words. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Sean Allen]

Nice one Tate. I know the feeling of watching a poem develop from an inspirational idea and how much it can take out of you. Hope you are well.

[Katie Louise Hughes]

Thanks for sharing this. As I always enjoy your music that comes along with your poems! :)

[Fran Marie]

Oh so lovely Tate, a beautiful and blissfully romantic piece

oh the treasures of hopes dreams and love being fulfilled; indeed

come full circle within this well crafted poem~

Nicely Penned!