Hot or cold,
maybe some place
in between. My eye
is a guiding light
as I country-hop
city to city, ocean
to ocean. I search
for a home-spot without
wars, greedy leaders,
hungry citizens. Hot
or cold, I roam hoping
to find a permanent
home.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
“a home-spot without
wars, greedy leaders,
hungry citizens. ” – yes, that would be home indeed.
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Well, we can dream.
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Those hyphenated words are wonderful, nice write Sara.
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Thanks, Helen!
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Oh to find a place without war and greed. I think we all can feel the sentiments in this beautiful poem Sara.
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Thanks, Carrie!
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When you find Valhalla, please let me know. I want to go there too!
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You’re officially on my list!
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