[Propaganda photo courtesy of Edina Badminton]
We are all from someplace, and live someplace. You might consider one or the other (or both) your hometown, or maybe someplace else you have lived holds that status in your heart. Sometime, somewhere, we all have a hometown, even if we get there late.
Let's haiku about that this week. I will go first:
The lake defined us
The edge of our existence
And taker of life.
Now you go... I think people can have some real fun with this. Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, more or less. All are welcome.
The railroad came there.
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Was first dubbed "hamlet."
The men tired,sweat-stained
Repaired to an old hotel
To sleep,feast at a
Carnal table.Town
Grew.No longer a hamlet
Became "Othello."
Shakespearean clown
Gave it "Desdemona Place"
"Macbeth Street." And then
Farmers came. Hired men
From Mexico,their wives and
Children. Soil responded.
It wasn't fancy--
But it was real.People knew
Your name there.You made
Your own fun.You worked
Hard.But eventually
You had to leave it.
No, it's not Houston -
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to be a suburb.
dirt roads clear skies and
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to care and to share
Enfield Road, Red Bud
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Onward thru the fog!
-Robert Johnson
A city to the
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on the prairie sea.
Cowboys, gamblers, risk-
takers found peace where the sky
overtakes the land.
It is no longer
my hometown but will always
be where I came from.
Any Town, USA
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We say, "sic 'em, Bears!"
Des Moines, Iowa
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Des Moines, Iowa
Seventeen years there
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I moved far away
Something in the wind
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The way the sky roils
Churning grey and green.
Just before the tornado,
you can smell it come.
My little town gave
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It's just bittersweet.
Chokio
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"Show-ki-oh." From where to where?
A prairie daughter
Lived ten miles from
Cho-ki-o, last two miles down
A rough gravel road.
Sign at the mailbox
Said “Dead End Road.” Made her feel
Forlorn each trip home.
Winter sky brightness
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Rockey Mountain peaks
rise up, north nation's
jewel, a peaceful place sprung.
Kimberley - most high
A river valley,
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Peace, Tranquility.
Gypsy. My hometown
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it that way, in fact.
Verdant green, trees surround
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Durham now holds roots
But in my past, so
many places, so many
memories and friends
Pass-a-Grille, Tampa
St. Petersburg and Grosse Pointe
In my heart as well
Like an inverted
tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow
Christine,
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tree, we begin with deep roots
Many branches grow."
So beautiful said . . .
thank you CC
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