Coming Home

Lynn Hollis on Jan 4, 2012

Tags: get away, home, home is where the heart is, joy of coming home, no place like home, poem about coming home, rest and relax, trip, vacation

Whenever I go on a trip, whether business or vacation or just a weekend get away, I am usually filled with anticipation and excitement as it nears time to leave. However, within a few days on the road, I find myself longing for familiar surroundings and comforts and looking forward to the joy of coming home. This poem speaks in agreement to those who agree that there is no place like home.

Coming Home

I was tired and worn

Stressed and forlorn

Needing to get away

Just to relax and play

I dreamed of a warm breeze

And envisioned palm trees

Were these tricks of my mind?

Or real things I could find

So I traveled the land

To find sunshine and sand

And determined I’d do

Nothing but rest and renew

But in just a little while

I found this was not my style

This costly vacation

Far across the nation

Still I did my best

To get plenty rest

But at vacation’s end

I couldn’t suppress a grin

My time in the sun

Had been lots of fun

But for home my heart yearned

And it was time I returned

I longed to lay my head

In my very own bed

To sit in my own chair

And breath home’s air

For an indulgent change of pace

Fine hotels have their place

But the best thing when I roam

Is the joy of coming home.

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Lynn Hollis on Jan 4, 2012
Hello friends. I have been away from home for a couple of weeks, so I wrote this little poem because I am glad to be home again. I also had no internet access during that time and I found that I really missed hanging out on Triond. Now I have a lot of writing and reading to catch up on. Happy New Year!
ittech on Jan 4, 2012
very nice
AmosTheCat on Jan 4, 2012
Welcome back to triond land and thanks for the poem for the occasion of your return. Very nice job. Look forward to more.
PHILLY DREAMER on Jan 4, 2012
I usually never want to come home on a great vacation lol, Where did you go?
Margaret Boseroy on Jan 4, 2012
Welcome back, and a happy new year to you too!
Yvhes P. on Jan 5, 2012
seems like you had a wonderful break. welcome back =)
straw1979 on Jan 5, 2012
nice glad you are home
Martin Kloess on Jan 5, 2012
very good
Lady Sunshine on Jan 6, 2012
There is no place like home. Happy 2012!
LadyElena on Jan 8, 2012
Indeed – there is no place like home…. even if you are staying in a 5star hotel, after a few day, you want your own bed.

Best Wishes.
LadyElena on Jan 8, 2012
*after a few days…
Razorwind on Jan 8, 2012
No place like home. That’ll always be true.
Razorwind on Jan 8, 2012
No place like home. That will always be true.
ittech on Jan 9, 2012
GR8 presentation
erwinkennythomas on Jan 9, 2012
v. good
Lynn Hollis on Jan 11, 2012
Thanks friends for your comments.
Philly Dreamer: I didn\’t go to a sunshine state this time like mentioned in the poem, but to Seattle, WA, a vibrant city with plenty of entertainment, distractions and attractions — yet I still was longing for home after a little while and as Lady Elena said above, for my own bed in my own house. I guess I am not a world traveler.
nita kusuma dewi on Jan 12, 2012
nice article
Phoenix Montoya on Jan 25, 2012
Liked it. I have a poem with the similar title. I was inspired by the title when I was still working out of town. In my place, it rains a lot and whener I wait for my ride I find anticipation of going home – to kiss my kids, to feel their hugs and hear their voices. Now, that’s priceless.

Again, a lovely poem, thanks.
Phoenix Montoya on Jan 25, 2012
Liked it. I have a poem with the similar title. I was inspired by the title when I was still working out of town. In my place, it rains a lot and whener I wait for my ride I find anticipation of going home – to kiss my kids, to feel their hugs and hear their voices. Now, that’s priceless.

Again, a lovely poem, thanks.
Phoenix Montoya on Jan 25, 2012
Liked it. I have a poem with the similar title. I was inspired by the title when I was still working out of town. In my place, it rains a lot and whener I wait for my ride I find anticipation of going home – to kiss my kids, to feel their hugs and hear their voices. Now, that\’s priceless.

Again, a lovely poem, thanks.
Phoenix Montoya on Jan 25, 2012
Liked it. I have a poem with the similar title. I was inspired by the title when I was still working out of town. In my place, it rains a lot and whenever I wait for my ride I find anticipation of going home – to kiss my kids, to feel their hugs and hear their voices. Now, that’s priceless.

Again, a lovely poem, thanks.
FX777222999 on Jan 26, 2012
Nice poem with great theme…home.
dodolbete on Feb 21, 2012
Indeed that’s why I quit LOL ^,^ Nice poem
Melody SJAL on Mar 4, 2012
Home sweet home indeed.
Safa on May 4, 2012
Very nice poem

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