Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Homecoming



Upcoming holidays
Early closing hours at work -
Snow storm brewing up north!

Eight-hour road trip turns twelve-
Squinting through the snow curtain
Headlights and high beam play enemy.

Border crossing seem easy –
A virtual dream I wonder?
Tiredness vanished, the feeling of home.

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We do this most holidays to meet and greet
family who lives across the border in Canada, in winter
the struggle makes it all the more worthwhile.
Happy Holidays, dear friends!
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In response to the prompt from 3WW as well as
a submission over at Poets Who Blog
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19 comments:

Truefaith1963 said...

Great topical (not tropical) write.

Wow you live somewhere with real weather! Its just dampness here.

Why is it that some drivers insist on blinding you??

Square1 said...
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Square1 said...

We had many nights like this,driving up the mountain in Wyoming. I can not count the times a 45 minute trip would take us two or three as we counted reflector poles just to make sure we were still on the highway.

UL said...

oops I accidently deleted a comment, luckily I had the contents to republish, thanks truefaith and square1 for stopping by...

Truefaith - yes high beams can be most annoying and cause for road rage.

square1 - welcome, counting reflector poles, oh yes, been there done that. Thank you.

Sandy Carlson said...
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gautami tripathy said...

We were stranded once. It still scares me!


unfinished chapter

pia said...

The early closing sounds great--but the eight hour trip made into twelve...

courting destiny

TC said...

I could laugh and smile while reading this, thinking of the early closing I got yesterday! :)

paisley said...

i really liked this,,and i feel for you on the snow thing,,, as i sit here and watch the sun shining in my bright blue sky... yet another day in northern califonina.....

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

We remember such days. Always with a sense of dread.

Rose

xo

Lea said...

I love that feeling of home... and the snow melts away when you cross that doorway... lovely.

tumblewords said...

Great job! I know that weather! Grin. Love that little image that precedes the poem! Makes winter look kind and gentle!

Jujee said...

accurate descriptions of the circumstance and feelings of home sweet home.

Mariacristina said...

This is a 21st-century Christmas poem, about crossing borders, heavy traffic - great!

susan said...

Family and friends is what matters most. Thanks for your kind comments.

Sandy Carlson said...

Lovely, that sensation of tiredness vanishing upon arriving at home. Well done!

Herb Urban said...

Very timely piece. Safe travels this holiday season. Interesting you used headlights in relation to snowfall. I started a poem about headlights lost in a sideways snowdrift, but my muse got lost under an avalanche I lost my way.

Michelle Johnson said...

Brave soul driving in that snow for that long. I wouldn't begin to try it. But, I guess if you get to see lots of family it's worth it. Eight hour trip turns into twelve and high head beams not so good. Still, I enjoyed your piece. Keep up the good work.

Marja said...

wow eight hour trips. We only do that on holiday when the sun shines.