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MY RIVERSIDE HOME (patspoems)

Poetry By: patspoems
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For ten glorious years we lived in a bungalow on the banks of the river, but due to my Husband's health issues we were forced to move to somewhere more "sensible". We will never forget our magical time there.


Submitted:Apr 11, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


My riverside home on the Norfolk Broads
Was a wonderful place to be
I didn't need silver I didn't need gold
Just the river that ran to the sea.


The beautiful sight of swans in full flight
The boats with sails reaching the sky
As I wondered each day at the sunsets
I thought - "how lucky am I?"


From the break of the dawn, I just pondered
At the beauty there was to behold
The birds, the ducks and the wildlife
Gave to me riches untold

I stared at the frost in the Winter
It glistened like diamonds and gems
The shoots of the plants in the Springtime
Brought excitement I hoped would not end.

The heat of the day in the Summer
And the chill of an Autumn morn,
These seasons of joy cost nothing
But made me so glad I was born.

I am sure that it's nice in Jamaica
And also in Paris and Rome
But at the end of the day when I kneel and pray
I remember my riverside home.





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