Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Her Corner Of The World

She came from humble beginnings
A place she grew, learned and loved so
Across many mountains, hills and valleys
There was nary a trail she never came to know

Where a simple, little home became a mansion
And laughter sounds a stronger note than tears
Still holds their rhythm in the scheme of life
In the wind’s sweet insistence from yesteryears

How many childhood days did she play and run
So happy and carefree through those ancient fields
Feeling the wind and rain brushing against her face
So many praises rise above for the joy it still yields

When she closes her eyes she can still see it clear
And hear the humming of the little, honey bees
Under crab apple trees that still bloom in the spring
She faintly smells the perfumed, petal rippling breeze

And the gathering of family around the fire at night
So many cherished memories still fresh in her mind
A father telling his life stories to each of his young
A mother sewing on quilts, a sure legacy left behind

An old oil lamp sits in the window, guiding her path
Leading her onward to that little mansion home
Where the door is open and the light shines bright
She steps inside to a welcome, the best she’s known

Those familiar voices she hears are music to her ears
Gathered around the table, giving blessings galore
The simple, little things in life, are the best of wealth
Even a bowl of milk and bread is worth so much more

Many seasons have come and gone in yesterday’s wind
The memories will always be close beside all of her days
For the pleasures of this world is found only in the heart
Perhaps across some shadowy valley or ridge, in joyful ways

And when she is bearing a load up some steep hillside
Familiar echoes are there, pulling her homeward bound
The cool, mountain air upon her face is still just as fresh
Yet still the earth beneath the paths lie packed and brown

A cool drink of water straight from a mountain spring
Where the mountain still hold its kingdom and crown
Crystal, clear waters flow from its downward sloping
Can quench a thirsty soul better than any to be found

She’ll never forget where she came and where she’s been
Or the many miles while spreading her wings to fly
Trying to find the end of a rainbow takes an eternity
But the gold lies within her heart underneath the same sky

In her corner of the world the mountains are her legacy
She never knows what lies beyond a hilltop but delight
For the things that cause memories to awaken her soul
She so yearns for, she shall sit down and write and write

© Susie Swanson, 2018


  1. Greetings Susan. A pleasant piece that I enjoyed reading. Well done. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.

  2. Susie you write so beautifully, painting lovely pictures with your words. I look forward to your posts. Remembering you in prayer for your health, and wishing you a nice Thanksgiving.

  3. Hi There, I always love your writings... I feel the passion and love pouring out of you when you talk about your mountains and your history.... Thanks SO much for sharing.


  4. Susie, There are times that I feel our souls are connected. The way you described the little house and you felt. I can remember hurry to get our supper dishes done and me and my daughters would walk the block and half to mommy's house. She and daddy were the only ones left there after many years. Going into that tiny house felt like a warm hug for all of us. Mommy and daddy were always happy to see all of us and we all shared some great laughs before hugging them good bye and running back home in the cold air. I would give anything to be able to do that very trip one more time. Blessings to you, love you, xoxo, Susie

  5. Such a beautiful and heartfelt poem, Susie. Your words create sweet memories of the best things in life.

  6. I love this, Susie. Once again you have touched the heartsprings of a treasured past and it is good to go back and remember. Thank you.

  7. How wonderful it is to never forget where you came from, Susie. I love the picture you have chosen for your little corner of the world. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Susie.

    love, ~Sheri

  8. Susie- That is just beautiful. I do a bit of poetry here and there, too. This poem really tells a story. If you send me your email address i will fill you in on Susie & Ted. My email is dianakos1@gmail.com

    I am your newest follower. Thank you for finding me!!!

  9. What a beautiful touching poem, Susie. I just love your poetry and how you are keeping our mountain heritage alive.

  10. Thank you for the comment on my blog about our friend's passing. Hugs- Diana

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