On Belonging « This Girl Remembers

On Belonging

Waving palm fronds may
Shade her brow today but
No matter where she goes
Her toes are sunk deep
In the red clay of Georgia.

Once you’ve lived there
It is in you always.

on April 3, 2008 at 2:49 pm1 James Steerforth

Sounds very nice, rings true.
on April 3, 2008 at 4:18 pm2 SweetTalkingGuy

Sounds like you’re up to your ankles in it - I like the way you’ve rhymed this..
on April 3, 2008 at 5:02 pm3 Tumblewords

Very nice! I believe it!
on April 3, 2008 at 10:44 pm4 Crafty Green Poet

I can certainly relate to that sense of belonging
on April 4, 2008 at 9:52 am5 C. Elizabeth

I believe we all have a deep connection to the land we are born in or on. You can never erase this from your soul… great work
on April 4, 2008 at 11:07 am6 quidam58

It feels sustaining and good, this clay. Great poem.
on April 5, 2008 at 2:31 pm7 AuraGem

Belonging is always where the heart is, even if the feet walk somewhere else!

Gemma
on April 5, 2008 at 11:52 pm8 Clueless Cat

I love: “No matter where she goes
Her toes are sunk deep
In the red clay of Georgia.”

Great words
on April 6, 2008 at 9:42 am9 johemmant

Really liked this, sums up belonging very well.
on April 6, 2008 at 10:38 pm10 Felicity

The last two lines are very beautiful
on April 14, 2008 at 9:26 am11 laurekrueger

I find it interesting how we carry our past with us into the present everywhere . . .
on April 14, 2008 at 11:38 am12 mariacristina

A grounded, earthy poem. And i can attest to its truth, coming from Georgia!