On A Home Visit
It has been a long time.
But when I used to live here
Did I notice how neatly
The trees seem to fit
Between earth and sky?
Did I realise
How right it all was?
The just-ness of the hills
Rising to the east,
And the is-ness
Of fields and streams.
My world of changeless certainty.
Mick Canning 
Profound poetry so well composed, Mick and yes we never see the beauty that is all around us and miss out on so much in life. Great poem.
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Thanks, Kamal. Yes, I think we sometimes only see these things when we manage to look at them afresh.
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Welcome Mick and yes I totally agree with you.
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Are we born to ignore the little details!
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I think it’s more not seeing the familiar.
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A beautiful description of “the sense of place”. There is a word for it, you know… Topophlia.
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Good heavens! A new one for me. Thanks, Greg.
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I lovely poem, Mick
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Thanks, Robbie.
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