Shrines (Revised)

Hi dear friends, and followers, I’ve revised this poem slightly and also added two extra lines (Lines 13 & 14), and I’ve decide to present, “Shrines” to my writers group tomorrow (Thursday) to coincide with the theme/prompt of the day, – ‘Feet scuffled through the autumn leaves.’ I hope you enjoy the changes

Shrines (Revised)

Home is where the welcome mat is my word

Where my music can always be heard

Home is where my garden flowers blossom

Where the bower birds sing their anthem

Home is where you can call me anytime

Where my long road ends at the stop sign

Home is where I want to hold your hand

Where I can draw a line in the sand

Home is where I need to lay in my bed

Where I can finally rest my weary head

Home is where the roof shelters me and the dog

Where the walls keep out my oncoming fog

Home is where autumn leaves die and fall

Where I can scuff my feet on nature’s soil

Home is where the moonshine shuffles into sunshine

And where my new days morph into shrines


Ivor Steven (c)Β  August 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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