Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I'll be home for Christmas...Iowa...

So many of us have traveled the miles living far from the homeland,
but when they say there's no place like home...
it has special meaning to many of us.

IOWA...my home sweet home...

Down home folks living off the land,
through every season, hot and cold,
there is a silent beauty...

Home and family,
family helping family through
thick and thin,
through harvest and famine,
through richer and poorer
in sickness and in health...
sounds like a marital commitment...
and it is of sorts.

It is what you make it...
you can call it drudgery
you can call it paradise
it's a world of your own making
good or bad...

...you can see it in technicolor or
you can see it in black and white...
it's all up to you...

You can love it in Winter or
you can love it in summer,
it's still home
and it's beautiful...

No matter how far you travel,
it still lingers in your soul...
the place of your birth
your home sweet home...

Mine is Iowa
and the fertile farmlands spread o'er the plains,
frozen and barren or thawed and fruitful,
it's still the land of my birth
and the love of my humble heart...

HOME...

5 comments:

trash talk said...

My roots are so far down in the ground, I couldn't shake this Texas dust off me...even if I wanted to.
Merry Christmas my friend.
Debbie

Garden Antqs Vintage said...

Snow, I do wish sometimes it would snow here. We get it ever so often. Beautiful scenery. Hope you have an awesome Christmas my friend.

summersundays-jw said...

I've got those deep roots in Mo. so I know what you mean. Your pictures are wonderful. Hope you and yours have a wonderful Christmas. Stay warm! Jan

time worn interiors said...

I'll take it in the summer! Winter way to cold there, my tushie can't take! lol!

Merry Christmas sweet friend! I'm sending you all my best wishes! Luv ya!

Sister Tot

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

Merry Christmas, to you and yours.

Love your photos, and I can totally relate to your post about roots and your place of birth being part of who you are. Not for myself but for Evette, my daughter, who has been living in the states for nine years, and still has a "Kiwi" accent.