Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love.
When I look at the old farm around me
Three things I never fail to see:
I accept how it is, I remember how it was,
and I still dream of how it will be.
This is where I’ll end my days.
This is where I made my start.
This is where I have found my peace.
This is where I’ll rest my heart.
Exactly right words.
Thank you, Paul! Any grandiose, flowery phrases leave me when I think of the farm. It has my heart.
<3 Simple but very, very warm.
Thank you! I think (I know!) I returned to a more childlike language and way of constructing my feelings for the farm; it’s the effect it has on me!
Simple. But intensely warm.
Lovely and deep!
Thank you so much! I love this old farm and, when I come to write about it like this, everything is stripped down to the bare emotions: it really does have my heart!
This had a great deal of poetic merit
This touched my heart
You shared your core essence here my dear. The message is loud and clear you spilled your heart.
I disagree it has a whole lot of poetic merit. (:
Danielle – you’re more than kind, thank you! You’ve absolutely hit the nail on its head – this is, indeed, my core essence. I adore this old farm more than anything else in life – and I am grateful for the days that are given to me to spend here!
(: here’s to more happy days, my dear.