Diary of a Country Dame

The Unofficial Musings of a Woman on the Edge

Category: Poetry

My North Carolina Home

Home is a dogwood bloom
A long-leaf pine
A Carolina moon
Home is a cardinal red
A run-down barn
A rusted shed
Home is an open field
A John Deere tractor
A daffodil
Home is the smell of fresh-cut grass
Flowers growing wild
Sweet tea in a glass
Home is grapes growing red on the vine
A hawk in the sky
A place to unwind

Home is a spring watching flowers bloom all around
Home is an autumn with leaves falling to the ground
Home is a summer spent fishing a small pond
Home is a winter waking to a blanket of snow at dawn

Home is my mom hanging clothes on the line
Home is my dad in his shop just passing the time
Home is the place where memories were made
Where prayer was a part of every day

Home is the place I’ll always long to be
Among the yellow pines and the evergreens
No matter where life takes me this one thing I see
My North Carolina home will be there waiting for me

A New Winter Day

The sun rises on freshly fallen snow
As a new winter day begins
The air is crisp, cool, and still
Welcoming the daylight in

The land transformed into a world of white
Awakens to the dawn
A farmer emerges from his home
Shaking away a sleepy yawn

He pauses for a moment to take in the scene
This place of glorious white
The fields covered by a blanket of snow
Falling softly in the night

In the east comes the sun and its radiant warmth
Casting colors across the snow
The vast blue of the sky above
Shows off its brilliant glow

The evergreens bent low to the ground
Beneath the icy weight
Greet the farmer as he walks on past
The rusty metal gate

He travels on stopping here and there
To glance at the lovely scene
The frozen surface of the fishing pond
Reveals a dazzling sheen

He crosses the field to the wooden barn
Looming dark against the snow
As he opens the door to walk inside
A soft breeze begins to blow

He glances back one last time
At the world outside the door
Then pulling his coat tight around him
He begins his daily chores