Ardmore

A poem of my hometown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ardmore

Ardmore is my mother home, my aurora.

Afternoons dancing, acting and playing music kept me busy here.

Apple pies and blue skies had me in an unending state of euphoria.

Acid memories still don’t keep my heart away from you Ardmore.

A smile of heaven and the love of people keeps me knee deep in ambrosia.

Atlanta holds my body with her traffic but you have my heart and mind.

Adrift are my dreams of seeing you again and your pink azalea.

Alive with happiness my heart is today that I grew up cradled in you.

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Nice tribute to your hometown. I liked the comparison to Atlanta too:)

[TAO]

Ah... Now I don't want any ambrosia...

You know, I've never had a hometown. This poem makes me wish I had... Truly beautiful and write.

[Cynthia]

Beautiful Poem!

[Norma M Sutton]

What beautiful images you paint in this poem.

[MoonlightIce]

I think its a very sweet poem! Nicely written!

[sarah]

A really sweet peom!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You make me want to just run and jump on a plane to see this wonderful
place. I could feel the warmth of the sun.

[Moonflower]

This is just a beautiful piece, something you will cherish forever. Wonderful~

[whiterabbit]

Very nice. A nice tribute to your home town :)

[nono]

Nice this is beautiful you did an awesome job on it! It's just beautiful!!