Friday, March 30, 2012

My Heart's Already Home

                                                      I can see it in the distance
                                                      sitting so humble there
                                                      an old childhood home
                                                      with springtime in the air

                                                      Children are laughing and playing
                                                      over the hills they roam
                                                      enjoying those simple pleasures
                                                      the best they've ever known

                                                      Oh it must be laundry day
                                                      the clotheslines are hanging full
                                                      quilts are blowing in the wind
                                                      there's sure to be an armful

                                                      The gardens have been plowed
                                                       there's potatoes in every row
                                                       soon everyone will gather
                                                       and each will have a hoe

                                                       The bounty will be plentiful
                                                        like that little, green onion bed
                                                        my goodness those onions are good
                                                        with a big piece of cornbread

                                                        Those chickens sure are happy
                                                        I bet there's nests everywhere
                                                        there'll be so many little ones
                                                        the hens will flog for sure

                                                        That old barn looks inviting
                                                         in that hayloft I'd love to play
                                                         while the cow's in the pasture
                                                         this pretty springtime day

                                                         I can see those old grapevines
                                                         they're still hanging over the creek
                                                         it'll soon be the first of May
                                                         time to go barefoot at the retreat

                                                         Maybe it'll help with the chiggers
                                                         come blackberry picking time
                                                         of course there'll always be plenty
                                                         and scratching if so inclined

                                                         It'll soon be time for supper
                                                         I can smell it in the air
                                                         cooked on that old wood stove
                                                         the best eating anywhere

                                                         There's so many things to enjoy
                                                         I could never get my fill
                                                         my heart's already home
                                                         like that old, rusted wagon wheel

                                                         The cherry trees are blooming
                                                         dogwoods are white as snow
                                                         oh what a blessing
                                                         to go back where I did grow

                                                         Susie Swanson, 2012




  1. You've captured the true picture of springtime at a country home. I really like reading about these things.

    1. Thank you so much, it seems my heart is always in the past..

  2. You really have a way with words, creating beautiful pictures - and memories for me!

  3. those were the days! I have many shared memories of the blackberry patch, swinging on grapevines and going barefoot on the first day of May.

    1. I'm so glad you share the same wonderful memories to Janet..Thank you.

  4. I just love this! Enjoy your weekend, Susie.

    1. Thank you, hope you have a nice weekend as well..

  5. Lovely poem, Susie. There really is no better place than home. Have a nice weekend! :)

    1. Thank you Daisy, hope you have a nice weekend too..

  6. Is that a picture of your childhood home? I love that poem... I didn't live on a farm --but did live in a small town and experienced some of the same things you did... Mom and Dad did have a nice garden and Mom was a great cook. We always ate well--with lots of home-grown veggies, etc. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood.

    Great poem.. Thanks.
    Have a great weekend.

    1. We all have our own sweet memories in one way or another Betsy. No it's not my chilhood home but it was so pretty I couldn't resist using it..Thank you.

  7. Your lovely poem evokes a longing to spend some time in this life you describe. It wasn't the childhood I had but sounds wonderful! Thank you for sharing the sweet memories, Susie.

    1. That's so nice Connie, I'm sure you have wonderful memories as well and thank you so much.

  8. Hi Susie! I love the poem today! I have been thinking so much about home and my loved ones this week too. I was driving down the road the other day past some beautiful countryside. The wisteria was blooming and the farmers were out getting their fields ready for the new crops. I started daydreaming about my Mom, Dad and Grandparents and thinking about how much I missed them and would like to share all of this with them. Your poem really touched my heart!

    We are having just beautiful weather here in Georgia. I am feeling much better and finally over my flu bug. It feels so good to be up and about again. I hope you are having a fun friday night and a good weekend ahead! Love Delisa :)

    1. Oh I hope you get to visit them your home town soon Delisa, It is a beautiful time of year and it brings out the sweet memories everywhere we look..

      we've had beautiful weather this week to until today and it has rained most of the evening..much needed rain. I'm glad you are feeling better, was worried about you..Hope you have a nice weekend as well.

  9. A wonderful spring poem, excellently written . Most descriptive.Loved it Susie well done.


  10. That is beautiful, Susie. I have a lot of those same memories. A different age, for sure, and better in many ways.

  11. Very pretty picture you painted with your words. This year our spring in New York is spoiled because of untimely frost.
    I like this version of "Save the last dance for me" Thanks for sharing:)

    1. Thank you Munir, I saw that on the weather..very strange spring indeed..I expect more for us too...It is still early...

  12. .... enjoying those simple pleasures.
    Those who can enjoy that are happy in life.

    1. Thank you Haddock, I'm so thankful to have been able to..So many can't and it's sad..

  13. Oh Susie,
    This poem really hit home today and was so special to me. You see, I just had a big move from one area of California to another. It was a long journey, but I am back to the area where I was born and raised. I'm so tired from moving and unpacking boxes, and this poem today lifted my spirits. There's just something nice about the place where we grew up, ya know, if we have fond memories of it. I also noticed the flowers on your side bar. They are so vibrant with color and so pretty. Have a good weekend, my special friend.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

  14. Thank you so much Sheri, it means a lot to me for you to take the time to stop by after your move..It can be ehausting and I hope things settle down for you.So happy you can relate..Hope you have a good week..

  15. When I read your poems-its easy for me to see clearly how closely we grew up-not just in distance-but in all ways!!

    1. Thank you Tipper, you are so right..we both grew up with the same background and passions for our roots and heritage..I'm so proud of mine and it is so clear with your wonderful, enjoyable posts that you are on your game girl..

  16. There is too much beautful on your blog.
    The phrase on the right side above is true. The real beauty must been seen with the feeling from the heart too.

    1. Thank you Geraldo, glad you like it and thanks for following and the visit..Come back anytime..