Rhyming Stories

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Summary

Poems your heart will cradle.

Genre:
Poetry
Author:
Robert R Sytnick
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
13
Rating:
4.8 12 reviews
Age Rating:
13+

Homeward Wind


My restless soul gives into the call of the Homeward Wind,

Thoughts of my youth and green acres, now win,

The countryside where I was born, and my next of kin.

My first kiss, my first love, and my tempted first sin,

Take me back, Take me back Homeward Wind.

I walk on the green acres of home, look back, and see,

The Homeward Wind calms my soul, and I give thanks, to ‘Thee’.

The distant apple tree bears new fruit and still stands alone,

The hidden robin nest is filled with young, that have not yet flown.

The green grass of the meadows are now home to nature’s deer,

As a doe can be seen in the midday sun, nursing her twins, without man's fear.

A garter snake slithers its way along last winter’s dried leaves,

The new clover blossoms give call, to the hum of the feeding bees,

The whisper of a whippoorwill as it sings in the distance, from the forest of pine trees.

The rusted plow stuck in its last furrow, now frozen in time.

The old tree house in the great oak that withstood time, and that, I still call mine.

The sounds of a rippling brook that continually flows like a rhyme.

The heart, I carved with my jack knife into a cottonwood tree, I must find.

Your initials and mine are forever locked, in love, like in time.

And the first kiss I gave you under our cottonwood tree,

Is sealed in my heart, and never to be set free.

The tattered old farm house stands, but has lost its will,

The great northerns have taken their toll, as the old house weakens and is still.

The blistering white paint and the broken glass that rests on the windowsill.

The picket fence around the garden where my bike once leaned, has fallen at will.

Subtle sounds of a loose shingle unbuckles my spine, and I feel a chill.

A look back to see a reflection from a broken mirror, in the bedroom where my mother lay, and first took ill.

The old house on the hill where I was born, begins to lose its will.

And the Homeward Wind is silenced and now lies still.

The green grass of home that has been calling me,

And the first kiss I gave you under the cottonwood tree,

Is embedded in my heart and only you hold the key

And carved in granite on my stone, this my memory.

As my ashes are carried by the Homeward Wind, always to be free.

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Sarah Luongo: I'm a big fan of the format of the book- the concept of incorporating poems and within the story and sectioning off periods of the story with each poem. It made it easier to read, and made the unimaginable easier to comprehend. What some people may skip over may be the most important part in this...

Susan O'Reilly: A fab read enjoyed each poem. Hope you add to this collection.

sab: I loved everything about this book. It made me cry while reading. The story was so deep, so sad, so emotional and left me speechless. That love is so rare and so precious and you describe it in the best way.

Michelle Ogden: Please don't leave it like this for long update soon

Denise Frazier: I love the first chapter. I am looking forward to reading more. The author had me on the edge of my seat. Ready to read more. Thank you.

tozerchloe3: That's amazing and can't wait to find out what happens next!!!!!!

clayton smith: Hey very good poem read mine if you wouldn't mind

A.J.: Beautiful, abstract, poetic. 💙🌹

Grimm❣️: I love this collection of poems! It is so relatable, especially to a teenage girl like myself. I find myself coming here to just remind me that I am not alone. It is a must read.

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jacqasiamcafee1: Such a beautiful story. Really helps to continually build your faith. With God all things are possible.

MeeraWest: Words are not just some words when written from your heart, it has a far more depth. You have very well proved it.

William Elliott Kern: Steph..........., interesting and well written. cudo's.........one suggestion if I may. Work a bit on the sentence structure and Grammar...........your writing style flows well, and the format you have created helps the reader stay with the story, and the poetry.william elliott at https://www....

Laraine Smith: In addition to being humorous, this story is visual! This is also a beautiful story. Keep up the great work! :)

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