Drive Me Home

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Drive me home

Past the willow trees

and the sparkling rivers

Cool water quenches my thirst and I am satisfied

Somewhere near the whippoorwill hiding in pines that grow taller than the days are long

I find my heart beat is akin to the sounds of nature

The natural beauty of life

Lines painted on the highway rush by with intense ferocity

15 feet closer

Coming home

Semis flying

Trying to get their loads to the destination on time – early if possible

Billboards speak of Pedro and his beautiful land South of the Border

“You never Sausage a place!”

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The miles rack up on the odometer and they give me time to think

The countless times I’ve driven here

The countless miles I’ve traveled

My soul’s journey is not quite complete

There is still a lot I have to learn

There is still many people I need to meet

And many words I need to write

But this part of the journey

My eyes and heart are wide open

And I will notice everything

The minutiae of everyday life

My Blessed journey

Coming home

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Blessitude

Lorrie

Written 6/6/14

27 thoughts on “Drive Me Home

  1. Og Lorrie; I love the word “willow” … and “sparkling rivers”, it resonates in my soul! – “the natural beauty of life” yes!!!
    “My soul’s journey is not quite complete
    “There is still a lot I have to learn”
    I feel the same!
    I’m definitively sure that we are soulmates πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
    Thank you for this heartfelt and beautiful poem.
    Much love to you
    (here we have strom rains, I do love them, as my garden does!!!)
    I’m glad you feel happy and that you “eyes and heart are wide open”
    xxoo
    Fre’de’ric

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    1. No Worries…dearest Fre’de’ric!! Yes I do believe we are connected at the soul level…soul mates!!! Thank you so much for always adding something beautiful….something positive!! I fee much better…and you helped me tremendously (I like that word!!) So Fre’de’ric ….is your garden of the flower or vegetable kind? Or both? Of course you tend the land and help things grow….just like you tend your words and make hearts grow!! Love to you dearest. We are overcast and only in the 70’s (Fahrenheit.) An old girlfriend we have not seen in a while is coming over today…that will be nice! ❀ ❀

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      1. Yes “tremendously”, it sounds… tremendous! My garden?, not a vegetable garden, unfornunately, but a small walled garden where I sometimes see little miracles (yesterday I saw a hedgehog visiting it! or beautiful birds like green woodpeckers) So close to Paris (only 10km) it’s really nice. 70Β° F, it means 21Β° C (we don’t use Β°F and it’s always funny when I read “70Β°”!!! – it’s cool. Here we had over 30Β° (86Β°F) with oppresive weather. Have a wonderful Sunday my friend! Love to you xxoo

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  2. “I find my heart beat is akin to the sounds of nature The natural beauty of life” Me, too, Lorrie. Me, too. It sets my soul at rest so I am able to notice the small miracles, the “minutiae of everyday life.” Blessings.

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  3. “At times I want to escape,
    At times I want to dream,
    At times I feel free,
    Alas when I get tired,
    I just want to go home.
    Home Sweet Home”

    For you Lorrie. Your poetries talk to me and I like talking to them.

    Hari Om!
    Krishna πŸ™‚

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  4. “On the road…” I always think of Jack Kerouac. Are you familiar with him, Lorrie?
    From the Beatnik days, ya know? Hitch-hiking, taking odd jobs, hoppin’ trains to cross the country -+-
    I love road trips. I mean, who doesn’t? Going home to see my parents still gives me the goosebumps
    as I close in on the little town of Sedalia, Mo. Anywhoo, πŸ™‚ Take care, be safe, stay cool, and keep the beat! UT
    http://uncletreeshouse.com/2013/03/12/my-take-on-jack-kerouac/

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  5. Hi Uncle Tree! Ok…confession time …I know “of” Kerouac…I’ll go out on a (tree) limb and blame it on my age. I am a very tail end baby boomer (“real” boomers say not!) So I was also on the tail end of “beatniks!” ( that sounds funny!)
    But…I do know he made it in the lyrics of Billy Joel’s “We didn’t start the fire.”

    Yes…I love a good road trip. Bet your parents would love a visit! ❀

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    1. It was only just last year when I read a couple of his books.
      A very good lesson in the history of our country in the early 50’s —
      from an “outsider’s” point of view. Born in 58, I may be your elder, huh? πŸ˜‰
      Have a great weekend, dear lady! The heat is on its way.

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  6. Hi Lorrie, Great poem for the traveler in me ( highways and souls). I love driving time to reflect in a lose way as time and miles go by. Soothing unless one is rushed. My heart beats to the sounds of nature too. XD How close do you live to the beach? I’ve never lived at the beach, but wondered if I would enjoy it with how much I love the ocean.

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  7. Thanks Brad! Yes…a nice long ride with no deadline…and even I am patient driving then!!
    Here in NJ I am about 2 miles from the beach…but in Florida. ..I am only a block away…it’s beautiful. And if you love the beach…you for sure would love to live close to it!!! Lots of love to you!!

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  8. Coming home. Those two words bring such peace, spiritually and physically. The anticipation of arrival is a part of this wonderful journey!

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