My
Pine Scented Home Town,
Abbottabad
The last five miles are
winding winding ways,
As the bus
turns the corners,
I remember
the winter days,
Home, home on
the range
Reflecting
autumnal grace,
Before you
know, its
Behold ! the
town itself, reveals,
At its own,
the evergreen stature,
The Spiritual Presence of Nature
Majestic
melodious mountains,
Blow the
Highlanders March,
of The
Hundred Pipers.
As early as cool
February
As fresh as is
the month of May
When Spring
awakes
and apple
blossoms call,
Soft
snowflakes greet you,
Sinking and
vanishing, as they fall;
Serenity
intense, beauteous nature
crisp and pure
White and
sure;
Oh! Let me
feast my eyes
On the beauty
of my town,
Breathe in
the sweet smell of pine,
Oh! Let me
live the truthful moments
While they
are there
And let the
freshness creep into my soul;
14 comments:
apple blossoms...i take it they are like cherry blossoms which are my fav thing in spring...breathing in your town....def speaks to the connection you feel with it as well...cool verse...
ps. your link over at Poets U is not working...
What a wonderful journey to your home town. I like the idea that the freshness of the air creeps into your soul.
(The link you had put in Poets United was wrong. I have now fixed it.)
Nature is breathing in your lines ...beautiful and vibrant...
the last line is just amazing.. mesmerizing.. and how you wrap it up...
I LOVE this poem - the traveling to, the arriving, and those wonderful closing lines: Let me live the truthful moments
While they are there
And let the freshness creep into my soul;
So wonderful!
Wonderful... I did catch a scent :-)
ZQ
Thank you Mr Brian Plenty of fruit trees grow..apples plums apricots oranges are the best...
Thank you Dear Mary -my hometown has always brought freshness to the soul and spirit and health to the exhausted clayey lodging...
Thank you Sumana
Thank you Natasa I am honored and encouraged.
Thank you so much Friend Sherry.
Thank you ZQ
Beautiful. You have captured the beauty of nature and the town so well in thesefew lines. Loved each bit of this.
Thank you Geeta I feel honored.
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