Homeward Bound
Aching muscles and weary limbs
as day draws to a close and dusk descends,
but he whistles a tune as he goes on his way
for the toil of another day is done
and there's a light far off and home is there.
Her smile and loving arms await him.
He's homeward bound
at the end of the day.
as day draws to a close and dusk descends,
but he whistles a tune as he goes on his way
for the toil of another day is done
and there's a light far off and home is there.
Her smile and loving arms await him.
He's homeward bound
at the end of the day.
posted by to touch a unicorn at 9:12 PM
26 Comments:
This reminded me of my husband, although his job does not entail manual labor. He is our hero, leaving at 6:24 am to catch the railroad for a commute of almost two hours, working at a desk all day, then catching the train to be back home at 7:30 pm. It is a long and tiresome day for him, but he sloughs it off, never complaining and always cheerful.
Thank you for the lovely poem - my DH will get an extra hug when he gets home tonight.
Used to be a time when only the husband worked. Now it's the wife too. How life has changed, even here.
Great bit of poetry nicely matched to the picture.
I loved the poem and the photo, Sandy. Can you tell us any more about the photo?
Indeed, they are our unsung heroes sunflower especially when we females stay home and look after the kids.
And the roles are often reversed now too, GG, times have changed.
Thank you dr.john I rather liked the way the photo came out and the poem followed.
Velvet the photo is of a wooden figure I brought back from holiday many years ago and taken in front of an interior window with the light behind it.
Hi Sandy,
Great poem, magical pic
Thanks, Sandy. As quasar9 said, it's magical.
Hi Quasar and thank you.
Was it a let-down Velvet, knowing the mechanics behind the pic?
Its good inventive photography Sandy.
The photo is excellent and so is the poem. It was not a let down to me to know how the photo came but i admire your ability .
Thank you davem and betty, I love playing with my camera. :-)
What a great feeling - that is how my grandfather must have felt after a long day at work, somehow that is what your words brought to mind... I loved wating for him to arrive.
Thank you.
Big hug.
The photo can very well be from an illustrated book of parables. Ahh, ingenious work there, dear (I read your reply to Velvet Sacks above). ^_^ As for the poem, it speaks to me of the rewards of having an optimistic outlook on life. Thank you.
Who can resist the loving arms just waiting for you at home. :)Nice.
Happy New Year, Sandy!
Sandy, it's a great creative photo!
The poem reminds me of long ago, when my father would come home after an incredibly long day at work.
He was always happy to be there!
Lovely. It made me think of my little town before we had street lights, the miners coming home at the end of a long day, lighting their way with the lights on their hard hats.
Love your imagination!
sounds highly-romantic to the newest bridr here :)
* bride :DDD
Hi and hugs back angeldust.
I like that parables image soulless :-)
Its true. A smile and a hug can do wonders stephen
Happy New Year to you too RO and nice to see you. :-)
Thank you marion and glad the poem.
My grandfather used to work down the mines kat and I well remember those little headlamps as well as te weary limbs and blackened faces. it must have been quite a magical sight to see the men coming home through your village, almost a touch of Disney and the dwarfs from 'Snow White', although it was a dangerous and arduous occupation.
And I bet you are at the open door well before he gets out of his car moi :-) Or is the bride back at work now, too?
oops! Almost missed you there Janet, I thanks and hugs*
oops! Almost missed you there Janet, I thanks and hugs*
the bride's back to studies and work..but makes sure she's waiting by the door when the husband's back from work ...:)...haha. living in the glory of first few days post-marriage...:)
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