
All grown, all traveled;
New experiences, new customs;
Thousands of miles away, and still,
The child beckons;
The sun watches, the moon awaits;
The trees whisper, the wind searches;
Innocent laughter, distant calls,
A motherβs gentle face.
Msdedeng
I think you are right. Nature triggers so many good emotions in us.
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This poem gives me a good feeling. I think it’s the personification of nature. I love being in nature. I feel inspired.
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Lot of good material here keep up the good work
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Beautiful scenery and poem!
Thanks for visiting…
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Just found this comment in my spam π¦
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And thank you for the follow. π
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That’s very kind of you to say. Much humbled π
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When someone who writes so well herself appreciates my work, I am really humbled. Thank you.
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Beautiful π΅οΈ
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Right, because you leave so much you know of back, and go into the unknown, but I think anyone is capable of doing it though.
I love your blog and look forward to more. Thank you for the follow too π
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It takes so much courage to make such a huge move, not only from another country but into a completely different culture and lifestyle. I admire you for this. I love to walk, too.
Thanks for following my blog and introducing me to yours!
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Aww, so nice to hear you say that, because most times, you just can’t tell how other readers will receive it .:)
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Lovely poem… you capture so much with your words.
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Thank you π
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Nostalgic…
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Aww, thank you for your kind words MrsWayfarer. π
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Thank you Msdedeng, it speaks to the heart.
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Thank you so much, Uzzawal, I think nostalgia sums it well. π
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It is a beautiful poem, it captures a lot of emotion and a sense of nostalgia. Nice one π
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Thank you for your lovely words, I appreciate. And thank you for the follow too. I am looking forward to reading your blog. π
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Home sweet home – always love every word, sentiment about it.
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Thank you so much Elizabeth. π
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LOVE this. π
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Love your poem, happy to see it here.
Looking forward to more
Thanks for stopping by and making it possible
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You are very welcome πΊ
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Thank you for a very lovely comment, Rosie, this really is beautiful.
Take good care of yourself. π
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Dear Msdeng, that is a wonderful poem.
It’s full of emotion, empathy, and creativity. It shows your sensitivity, your compassion and your deep thoughts.
We humans are always on the move. We look for new things, experience different things, acquire knowledge, explore, learn and practice. But we should never forget the child in us and never our mother.
Greetings from the beautiful Rhine-Highlands / Germany …
Rosie
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Thanks.
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You have said it well. π
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Thank you Leyla.
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Beautiful poem and picture
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Beautiful. Home is always with us no matter where we go.
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Thank you! π
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Lovely. Thereβs no place like home.
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Aww, thank you for your lovely comment, and for the follow. Love your blog, the pictures are amazing!
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Love your words. Thanks for following me..
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Thank you!
Nice, and how fun to work in paradise!
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“Rude?” Never, Angela!
As for the Pacific, future ports of call will include Hawaii and Tahiti, meaning the supposition may prove accurate after all. And you, dear readers, all are invited to come with.
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My gosh Keith, what a lovely, lovely, spot-on comment. Thank you so much my dear friend.
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Before I reply this, let me just tell you how relieved I am to see your comment come in after I have this second been on your blog trying to search for a comment I posted that assumed you were in the South Pacific; seriously, I am sorry Keith to have come across as rude. And now to what’s on hand …
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Beautiful, Angela. The picture you chose to accompany is stunning, and is all the more extraordinary when considering it’s the view from home. No matter where “home” is currently, it always will be “home” in your heart.
Your words stir the soul, as they express, lyrically, a profound yearning perhaps the well-traveled feel most keenly.
Whispers, laughter and a mother’s face all make the miles and the years dissolve. No matter where Life takes us, those memories, places and feelings are our constant companions.
Thanks much for the reassurance, Angela.
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Home… πΌπΈ
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Aww, Margaret, thank you for sharing a glimpse into who she was when it came to family. Tullyhassen really meant that much to her, but it’s what home truly is. May she be at peace.
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Youβre welcome Msdedeng. This post reminds me of mum r.i.p who came over from Ireland with my father to England in 1954 the year before I was born.
As a family we always visited my mumβs homestead Tullyhassen, Pettigo, Co Donegal every year in September. My fatherβs parents were dead with just two siblings living in Ireland and the rest around Boston, Massachusetts U.S.A.
Mum r.i.p always used to say I will always visit while Daddy is alive and she kept her promise. Mum continued to visit my aunt & uncle in the homestead and in later years my uncle in his bungalow in the town.
Mum could never visit the homestead after my uncle moved out or after he passed away.
About the week before my mumβs three week hospitalisation before her death she said βtake me to Tullyhassenβ. Mum had visited Ireland until nearly the end and once she was unable to do so marked the beginning of her decline. π’
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Aww, thank you, Margaret.
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Beautiful π
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The picture is behind my home. π
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Thank you Cheryl. Uganda is home and I am sure home is just as beautiful to most of us. Thank you, and stay safe. π
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Beautiful photo and poem! Uganda seems to be spectacularly beautiful! I hope you get a chance to visit soon. β€
All the best! Cheryl
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Sweet!
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thanks we will, markets and walking!
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You’re welcome and I’m glad you like my prompts!
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How exciting! Have fun with your friend. π
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The joy I get when a reader interprets a poem accurately. Thank you, and yes, you got it right! π
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“The child beckons;”
is the child you?
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no you got the point ok π
Very well thanks got my best friend coming for a few days visit today so am keeping busy π
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Thank you for the opportunity to write this, sometimes we need guidance, and you provided it.
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Your love for the home in your heart, beautifully expressed. Thank you so much for participating.
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Thank you Farn, it’s lovely to “see” you here this morning. I hope you are doing OK π
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Another beautiful poem β€
Thank you for sharing it. Xx
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It’s as simple as that!
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Thank you so much!
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Lol, I love your directness, You sound like my English teacher. I have probably missed the point of the prompt, lol.
How are you Kate?
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delightful but you sound a bit homesick … take care precious!
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Lovely! π
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Such a beautiful poem
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Home is where the heart is…π
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Thank you! π
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