Home Poems
Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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Vocation
by Rabindranath Tagore
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystal
bangles!"
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must
take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying,
"Bangles, crystal bangles!"
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school,
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging
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The Man From Snowy River
by Banjo Paterson
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
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To The Cuckoo
by William Wordsworth
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear,
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
At once far off, and near.
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First Day At School
by Roger McGough
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.
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If Someone Finds Home
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
If someday,
Someone finds shelter
In the lines of my palm,
Calls my hands
The place where their storms rest,
Their peace begins.
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
This short stay on earth
Will have meant something.
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Ouderlik Huis
by Mario Odekerken
Die trap kraakt nog
soos toe ek klein was.
Elke kamer dra
die asem van herinnering.
Die gordyne hang swaar
van sonlig en stilte.
In die kombuis
staan die tyd stil
tussen die ketel
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De Ficus in de woonkamer
by Mario Odekerken
Hij staat daar al jaren,
zonder zich te verontschuldigen
voor zijn stilte.
Bladeren als handen
die niets vragen,
alleen vangen wat licht is.
De kamer beweegt,
mensen komen,praten,
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I Miss Home
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I miss the smell of baking bread
I miss home
The scent filled the whole house
As my Mum makes it
I miss the scent of freahly cut grass
How it made me sneeze
And get struck with blazes left over on my shoes
From the mowing from my nephew
Why did I leave?
The restlessness of the quiet town I lived
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De zachte G (Ode aan het Limburgse dialect)
by Mario Odekerken
In het zuiden van het land
spreekt men anders.
Niet harder,niet luider,
maar zachter.
Alsof de woorden zelf
nog even willen blijven hangen
in de lucht.
De G is geen klap
maar een zucht,
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Robert Louis Stevenson (31 poems about Home)
November 13, 1850 / Edinburgh, Scotland - December 3, 1894 / Vailima, Samoa -
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