This is my home.

I'm just trying to get back into the swing of writing after a year of writer's block. This was about moving back home. Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.

Wednesday it’s sunny skies and bird song,
Thursday is a rainy haze blanketed in fog.

I saw sights I hadn’t seen,
Since what felt like a dream long ago.
The cold air, fills me up, right down to my bones.
This is home.

The twinkle of lights on the faraway landscape,
The sound of the city, is hard to translate.
Although some may call it hustle and bustle,
It is music to my ears.

I walk these streets with worn out shoes,
& A heart full of dreams.
Never should I give up hope,
For this is my land,
This is my home.

Reviews

[AK]

Great job! This poem was absolutely mesmerising. Hats off for you Miss.Claire!

[Philip Smith]

I liked it a lot Claire, great job