Friday, March 25, 2011

Homesick...


There are days when I miss my hometown
something terrible.  



                                                                


especially Lake Michigan.






The quiet tranquility, the sound of the soft waves rolling oh so
gently on the sandy shore...small and constant
a rhythm, a pattern all its own.


No noise
No roar of traffic
No Police helicopters buzzing overhead
No sirens every ten mintues
No loud booming monotonous music
coming out of obnoxious cars filled with rude people
No smell of smog
clear blue sky
gentle breeze





I miss the smell of the fishy brine,
the soft moan of the foghorn
the broken jetties jutting out from the sandy beach
The way those jetties are old and collapsing and
still the same as when I was a kid.





The water is icy cold and when you jump in
your skin turns a mottled purpley color...cold..much colder
than you remember.   How did we play in this freezing water
all day long when we were young?  





I get nostalgic now and then.   It’s no wonder I’m
an antique dealer.  I long for the old days,
simpler times...the beauty of nature.
Living in the city doesn’t nurture me.
I’m a fish out of water.

Living in California has its beautiful weather
it’s exciting adventures and possibilities
anything can happen here...
It’s wide open if you have the guts and courage
to go for it.   Don’t get me wrong.  I am
blooming in the soil at which I am presently planted.
but...

Sometimes, being a grown-up is just plain hard.
and I wanna go and play in the water
bucket and spade in hand and splash in the
icy waters of Lake Michigan.

6 comments:

Chris said...

Poetic musings~~you really love your hometown! Thanks for the words and the pictures. Wish you could teleport there whenever you wished.

Maura @ Lilac Lane Cottage said...

I hear you Girl! I love your photo's and what you're doing to them..very nice. I'm like you...I long for the quiet simple days much like I had as a child. Living here in the country gives me back that feeling of peace and tranquility. It's the best move I've ever made. I hope you get back HOME this year my friend. X
Maura :)

Catherine said...

Your pictures are beautiful, i understand why you feel homesick. I would love to be there too!

Joanna Jenkins said...

I know exactly what you mean and your said it so beautifully. I grew up on Lake Erie and know the smells and textures and sounds well.
Happy weekend, jj

Fire Byrd said...

The one place I never yearn fo is my home town.... dirty industrial heart of the UK. Not a place of beauty at all. Whereas now i come down my stairs look out of my hall window and see the hills that surround me. Out my front door is a 10 acre site that the school is situated on with open countryside beyond.And a walk of 8 miles down the road, down the track and round one of the best small lakes I know and home for tea. Now that's a good place to live.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Isn't it funny? I live where I grew up and I am homesick for Scotland. On my very first visit, I felt more at home there than anywhere on earth. Something about ancestral memory, I suppose. Maybe one day I'll be there for good!

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