Noisy tractor harvesting peanuts from the red and ripened fields
they're eaten roasted, boiled or fried
portend of autumn's cooler weather
Overloaded apple trees, smelling sweetly fragrant
as I bite into the tart and crunchy flesh
skin reminds me of my children's cheeks, when they play out in the sun
Cotton dots spread near and far, what's known as Georgia snow
will soon be spun to snuggly jackets
warmly worn against the coming winter's chill
The dusty road still wends its way through the peaceful countryside
not much has changed since I've been gone
except the fact that I've grown older, but am I any wiser
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I liked this. It was mainly all the first lines... such as, "Overloaded apple trees, smelling sweetly fragrant," and, "The dusty road still wends its way through the peaceful countryside." This was a good writing, really peaceful. I got a warm feeling inside. I admire this peace, a lot. It's very well written and beautiful. Nice work, Nancy.
I like this. Your writing is best described as "sumptuous" and really evokes the scents and sights of going home to a specific place and time.
Only you can answer if you're wiser, but to me the "wisdom" of going back home is to "know the place for the very first time," (I think T.S. Eliot said this in the Four Quartets) rather than think I can bring anything profound to what is so pure and simple as my childhood hometown.
My favorite line: "The dusty road still wends its way through the peaceful countryside
not much has changed since I've been gone
except the fact that I've grown older, but am I any wiser" Beautiful ending and great job
Nancy that deffinetly reminds me of Georga. I lived there for a while with my husband. He was born an reared there. Beautiful state but watch those clay roads in Augusta they canget mighty treacherous in the winter an when it rains. I haven't been there in quite a while. Kinda miss after reading your poem. DIXIE LEE
Well, Nancy, I can't say if you are any wiser, but I bet you sure can describe it better! Loved the images. I could almost taste the the apples.
Great write. Wish going home was a vivid an visiting for me.