"All Roads Lead Back Home" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All roads lead back home; no matter how far you've strayed, no matter how much you deny you're from there, all
roads take you to the place you were born: where paternal ties were strong, where memories made you wonder
why you left in the first place. Would things be any different if you had remained? Probably not.
You wanted to s p r e a d your wings, see the world outside your window. And you, the prodigal, return, just
to find the familiar not so familiar, things smaller than you remembered. Still, it was nice to
see the old place one more time. All roads lead back home, no matter how far you are or deny they're there.
A beautiful write, and one full of wisdom...enjoyed this. I have met and know those people whom seem to forget where they come from...I am proud of my heritage...just a Kentucky mountain girl! Great write! Very profound!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Nice write Karla. Home will always be the place we love best, and the place we love best will always be home. Now and then I get homesick for the past...Best wishes...JDM
Great write when you say the word home what comes to my mind is our spiritual home. No matter where we go we will always end back up in our home meaning to me back to where we came from before we were born. We may take many roads we may go many places but it all leads us back to where we all came from.
Thanks for this write.
Hugs Angela
Well done on this piece! Yes, all roads do lead back to the place where you were born, only time and space changes, not the memories taken with you......
Karla, isn't it strange how when we were but children everything looks farther away & so much bigger than it actually is...I visited the coal camp house I was raised in and everything as a child seemed enormous & the grocery store miles away but when I went back it was all right there together. I like this poem a lot, it brought back many memories of our home place and yes, I've often wondered how it would have been if I hadn't left the area.
There is a kind of melancholy wisdom in this write dear Karla.
We do want to spread our wings and fly away to greener pastures. I can tell you from experience that the grass is not greener on the other side of the hill. Everywhere you go you experience the same kinds of people and problems that you do at home. What's different and appealing to me though, is usually the geography. Blessings dear friend ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
Karla, another great write. However, I still believe that you can't go home again...because nothing in life stays the same. You are a real talent and I'm glad we have a chance to view your pen.
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The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
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Fee
Thanks for this write.
Hugs Angela
Be safe,
Karen
God Bless
Michelle~
We do want to spread our wings and fly away to greener pastures. I can tell you from experience that the grass is not greener on the other side of the hill. Everywhere you go you experience the same kinds of people and problems that you do at home. What's different and appealing to me though, is usually the geography. Blessings dear friend ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
Thanks,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D