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Home Again Poem

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posted on Dec, 16 2016 @ 12:45 PM
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Home Again

Ah, it's good to be home again,
Spending time with family and friends,
Sharing spirits and laughter too,
How I missed being home with you.

Ah, to be with family again.
That I've not seen since god knows when.
Making memories that'll last forever,
As we enjoy the time we have together.

It's been so long since I've seen your face,
Your gentle smile, felt your warm embrace.
Sharing stories that are exciting and new,
Oh, how I missed being home with you.

No fancy presents or Christmas trees,
Being here with you is all I need.
Spending time with family and friends,
Ah, it's good to be home again.


Thanks,
blend57




posted on Dec, 16 2016 @ 02:26 PM
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a reply to: blend57


Alexander Pushkin
On seashore far a green oak towers,
And to it with a gold chain bound,
A .learned cat whiles away the hours
By walking slowly round and round.
To right he walks, and sings a ditty;
To left he walks, and tells a tale....

What marvels there! A mermaid sitting
High in a tree, a sprite, a trail
Where unknown beasts move never seen by
Man's eyes, a hut on chicken feet,
Without a door, without a wdndow,
An evil witch's lone retreat;
The woods and valleys there are teeming
With strange things.... Dawn brings waves that, gleaming,

Over the sandy beaches creep,
And from the clear and shining water
Step thirty goodly knights escorted
By their Old Guardian, of the deep
An ancient dweller.... There a dreaded
And hated tsar is captive ta'en;
There, as all watch, for cloud banks headed,
Across the sea and o'er a plain,
A warlock bears a knight. There, weeping,
A princess sits locked in a cell,
And Grey Wolf serves her very well;
There, in a mortar, onward sweeping
All of itself, beneath the skies
The wicked Baba-Yaga flies;
There pines Koshchei and lusts for gold....

All breathes of Russ, the Russ of old
There once was I, friends, and the с
As near him 'neath the oak I sat
And drank of sweet mead at my leisure,
Recounted tales to me.... With pleasure
One that I liked do I recall
And here and now will share with all...



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