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That Old Familiar Feeling

Updated on July 18, 2013
Old Home Place
Old Home Place
Home place in Winter
Home place in Winter
A familiar tree
A familiar tree
The porch
The porch
Big fish in the pond
Big fish in the pond
Home place in Summer
Home place in Summer
Special Memories
Special Memories



Going back home again, seeing the face of a good old friend,

Familiar trails still mark the way, pond laying around the bend,

The home place remains, standing as a testament of strength,

Years have gone by so fast, yet all has weathered in its length.


Big oak trees with spreading limbs, unfolding above the scene,

Old barn's timbers held in kind, though looking gaunt and lean.

Birds still sing high in the trees, as white clouds float over head,

A winding road leads the way, back to the years, a feather bed.


Smell of cornbread on the stove, beans and squash, cooked too,

Onions tickle the senses then, sliced thin and thrown in the brew.

Mamma's got the kitchen table set, then she beckons all to come,

Time for a bit of heaven's food, and the good earth, where its from.


We all walk down to a welcoming pond, there to catch a fish, or two,

Might scale and fry them in a pot, hush puppies and fries, all due.

As the evening settles upon the scene, setting on our porch is nice,

The crickets sing a familiar tune, whippoorwill adds a special spice.


The sun sets on such a graceful place, that old home of so long ago,

If only in memories, we may there return, where we lived and did know.

Then to suffice in this yearning quest, our returning there once again,

A sweetness found like no other, so fond and in our wishes, to send.




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Only if in our memories, we may return.
Only if in our memories, we may return.

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      Sherri Tuck 3 years ago from Virginia

      This is a beautiful reflection upon the comfort that we find visiting the place we called home for so long. I have always found the practice of going home to be a source of renewal.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks for visiting and your kind words. whonu

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Love the old barn and the reflections...nicely done, whonu!

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks Bill, glad you stopped by.whonu

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      Rodric Johnson 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      This made me walk down memory lane. I want some pan fried cornbread now. Voted up and beautiful,

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks Rodric, glad you stopped by. I can smell that bread and those beans in the pot right now too.whonu

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      It is so lovely to go back to those different days and time with deep reflection of what was, the sights, the sounds and the smells. Really love this write. It may be my favorite of your work yet!

      As always you photos and art are stunning.

      Voted up ++++ and sharing

      God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Martin Kloess 3 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for the great poem. Part of my illness... my memories are quite real.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      These are the memories which keep us going! Thanks for sharing yours.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Glad you stopped by MsDora.whonu

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Faith Reaper and Mhatter, thank you for stopping by the old home place for a cup of coffee. whonu

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I can smell the sweet air, see the trees swaying, as well as listen to the radio. I was once there, and I enjoyed returning for that brief moment.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      There's no place like home, even if only in our fondest memories. Thanks for sharing, whonu.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful and voted up.

      Eddy.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you my friend and may our god bless you in your work. whonu

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      Rebecca Mealey 3 years ago from Northeastern Georgia, USA

      This is a beautiful poem. It makes me want some squash and cornbread! I love the photos, too!

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you Rebecca for your fine words. whonu

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