Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Thursday, July 9, 2015

H is for ...

Not the roof above,
Or hills yonder; roots nowhere;
Home i take with me.


Jenny Matlock

18 comments:

  1. Fun! The wandering home. ;-)

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  2. It's true, isn't it? Especially if your family is along.

    =)

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    1. Exactly my thoughts Susan. family, friends, whoever and whatever makes your house a home, wherever your heart is.

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  3. A great taken on H! Thanks for visiting my blog. Happy weekend:)

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    1. Thank you so much Jeannette for your visit and kind words.

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  4. Terrific haiku...thanks for visiting me♪

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    1. You are so good with haikus. So when you stop by and encourage me it feels really good. Thank you so much.

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  5. ooh.i like that, 'home i take with me.' pretty poignant in such few words. (so many bloggers have been writing about 'home' lately, myself included!)

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  6. I like your turtle like philosophy to home.

    Having grown up as the child of a career AF Dad, I can totally relate to this happy writing.

    Thank you for linking it to the letter H.

    A+

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    1. Thank you so much Jenny. It is good to hear that the sentiments echo in your heart.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.