</>(We all have memories of the place where we came from and where we grew up, and this is my share of giving back.)
Where the stalks bow with gold
With the scarecrow looking bold
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Oh, what a picture! It surely can make the reader homesick.
There is no place like home, no matter how alien it may look to the others, but it sure is paradise for natives. Physically we may immigrate here and there, but our soul always be where we belong. A very nice poem Naida! ! ! Keep up the good work.
You remind me of my longing to go back to my native land, but someday I will permanently, oh not in the box please - but alive to enjoy lovely Philippines.
i am also missing my home for last 15 yrs. due to my service. home is sweet, home is heaven. nice poem.
I agree with Gordon Tseng that the poem 'surely can make the reader homesick.' It did me! :) You have so nicely described your childhood memories! The rhyme is also good. By the way, have you immigrated out of Philippines, Naida? If so, I wish you can make an opportunity to revisit your homeland.
Thank you, this means a lot.