To My Native Lands

To My Native Lands
Ah! To mighty peaks towering high,
Where gentle breezes most softly sigh,
And banks are caressed by the rippling waves,
Where to wander free been my craves
Where welcome wafts kiss my cheeks
Blowing off from the mountain creek
Where memories linger in far off abodes
Sprawled adown on the hilly roads
As I move towards my native place
Memories take me in a tender embrace
Soothing sounds of breaking waves
Glistening gold in slanting rays
On the wings of wind an undertone
It has a cadence of all its own
Bears music sweet to the ear
Easing soul from its worldly cares
How dearly heart wishes to recline
Against an old tree in environ so fine
Longing to hold again those loving hands
That once guided me on the familial lands
Away from the city’s wearied throng
I yearn to listen to gladsome songs
Sung by wild birds among the trees
Zephyrs whispering in tones of peace
The day wears away with feelings serene
And speedily pass the delighting scenes
Beneath me the life’s river rolls back fast
Upon the bridge, golden shadows cast
Parting with all beauteous and fair
All that’s purifying, tranquil and rare
The crisp airs from The Indus bid me adieu
All blessed scenes fading from my view
(The Indus, personal photo)
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Nice picture and a very lovely piece to go with it. I loved your imagery here brought me right into your native lands. Nice work
Thank you for words of encouragement.
Emotive and beautiful phrasing imparts serenity and appreciation of The Indus to your reader. Wonderful piece, Yasmin. I enjoyed reading it.
Thanks Phyllis Doyle Burns, for reading my poem and giving your encouraging comments.
Your imagery takes me along on your return journey to your home. Wonderful verse. Jamie
What delightful poetry. Perfect! Thank you for sharing the beauty of the Indus and your native lands, Yasmin.
With great appreciation dear John Hansen
Thanks