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...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Fun! The wandering home. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWith heart in it :)
DeleteSo true. I love Home.
ReplyDeleteGuess we all do. Thank you Grantham
DeleteIt's true, isn't it? Especially if your family is along.
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Exactly my thoughts Susan. family, friends, whoever and whatever makes your house a home, wherever your heart is.
DeleteA great taken on H! Thanks for visiting my blog. Happy weekend:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jeannette for your visit and kind words.
DeleteTerrific haiku...thanks for visiting me♪
ReplyDeleteYou are so good with haikus. So when you stop by and encourage me it feels really good. Thank you so much.
Deletejust a perfect post!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Judie. This made my day.
DeleteNice. And, very true in my book.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
Thank you Susie
Deleteooh.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!)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteI will stop by your blog soon.
I like your turtle like philosophy to home.
ReplyDeleteHaving 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.
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Thank you so much Jenny. It is good to hear that the sentiments echo in your heart.
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