Heartland

Shalyn Roby

I woke up, then dressed up,

walked a little, walked a little more,

I saw a bustle, a kind of hustle

that's the heartland I know.

 

If I walk out at eight,

pass through the gate,

there I see a lad,

washing the cars others had.

That's the heartland I know.

 

The first right turn,

 I see the sun,

 so, I make a run.

 To take the next left turn,

 so as to not make my skin burn.

That's the heartland I know.

 

Folk’s walking,

Neighbour's talking,

some eyes stalking.

That's the heartland I know.

 

Hello there! In every square,

to not have someone say it is quite rare.

That's the heartland I know.

 

There are pups running around,

The dam behind them is what I've always found.

That's the heartland I know.

 

I walk a little more, 

knock on the door.

A warm smile I'm greeted with.

That's my rock that won't shift.

This is the heartland that I know.

 

- Roby Lynn

  • Author: Roby Lynn (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2022 11:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: My daily route to my rock: my home from home.
  • Category: Reflection
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