The Wind Makes A Lonesome Soound

The Wind Makes A Lonesome Soound

A Poem by James

The road is long and the mountain is high
the wind makes that lonesome sound.

The Bull Frog croaks and the Blue Bird sings
a song heard all around.

Riding high under a Carolina sky
Home is a hill top away
When I get back there
to my front porch chair
that's where I'm going to stay.

I can get me a job hauling pulp wood logs
Maybe, I can fish in the sound

I could fix old cars, bounce drunks in a bar
who cares, I'm homeward bound.

When you see me smiling as folks drive by
you know that I'm happy as a clown.
I don't need to see the world
I've seen it before.
Ain't nothing can bring me down.

Cause the road is long and the mountain is high
the wind makes that lonesome sound.

The Bull Frog croaks and the Blue Bird sings
a song heard all around.

© 2020 James


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'The Wind Makes A Lonesome Sound'
James,
The title speaks to the desire to connect with something that is known and familiar, something welcoming. Even a lonesome sounding low moaning winds can sound beautiful when it is a place that is special and desired. I love to be in lonely places amidst high mountainous terrain. My husband and I just spent a long stretch driving and hiking and camping in Eastern Oregon. Wilderness, tiny towns, simple living, and wonderful basic honest people. Every time we go it is a balm to our souls. I can totally identify with the lovely rhythm of your poem for it tells of the rhythm of the heart when we feel welcome and safe. Great one James!
Bless you.
Kathy

Posted 8 Months Ago


This one of those treasures you happen upon when you're on this site. Excellent poem.

Posted 9 Months Ago


This is superb writing! I love all the ways you put rhyme & rhythm & musicality & imagery & vivid detail into your words, but the message is my song. I lived in cities & towns all my life becuz that's where the jobs are, but always in my heart I wanted to return to country living near where I grew up, which is where I'm at now, living in the wilderness. This poem has everything pounding in harmony! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


James

9 Months Ago

I live in a little coastal town (Surf City, NC) and this about as big a town as want to be in.
I've never been a fan of clowns. I think that they are creepy, but I am a fan of this write lol.
There is such wonderfully warm imagery in this and a feeling of coming home after a tiresome journey.

Posted 9 Months Ago


and Carolina is so beautiful....been there so often as my family all lived there for years.
kind of a soft aura to that state...this poem represents that so well.
j.

Posted 9 Months Ago


James

9 Months Ago

I do love living here. One of these days I'll get back to writing serious poems.
You don't really appreciate home as much as when you've been gone for awhile travelling about.
Nice easy feel to this one.

Posted 9 Months Ago


James

9 Months Ago

that's true, although I wrote this on vacation, when I really just wanted to be home. One of these.. read more
Ana Papaya

9 Months Ago

I would call this real. :)

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