The Warmest Place

The Warmest Place short poem

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The warmest place is where the heart stays
Where sweet memories abide
This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof

Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend
Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind
And its falling leaves surrender and dance to the gentle breeze

Birds in free flight, carefree, singing their songs
We whisper, holding hands, not to break this reverie
As we bask in the sun’s warm rays

Till nightfall we laze below the stars’ canopied glow
Happily lost in the search for our favorite star
This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof
A warm place where sweet memories abide

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Made me nostalgic about my own past…beautiful:)

Keith Wilson

Your express the essence of what “home” is. Very well written Kwai.


Feeling nostalgic………. great one.


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