Home-Sweet Things

Red Geraniums

Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.

And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

Martha Haskell Clark

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Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

13 thoughts on “Home-Sweet Things”

  1. Nancy, I think of you as so literary. You always have nice poems, and I envision you with all these books in your home. Your camera never far away. And you looking pensively through a window, daydreaming.
    Brenda

  2. Lovely poem! I think I need some red geraniums in my forlorn, weed filled pots on the deck. They would brighten things up so beautifully out there.

  3. Lovely poem. I’m tied to home, or not far from home, at the moment, so I love the idea of taking pleasure in ‘home-sweet things’.

  4. Nancy, I just love this. I’d never heard it before. There are so many wonderful old poems and poets out there who are having a renaissance on blogs. I’m so thankful.

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