Sunflowers Lead Me Home

A poem about going back home.

SUNFLOWERS lEAD ME HOME

 

throwing my leather coat to the empty back seat

I'm heading out west where the sunflowers grow tall on

the sides of the road and the sun anoints my shoulders

 

out to the land of surf and boogie boards

out west where my uncle will be laid to rest on hurricane hill

who knows what sandstar I'll find along the shoreline

who can tell when the fog will drift off San Fernando Valley

 

with the wind in my hair and my sunglasses on

I'm leaving the world behind with my my radio up and my memory off

my cares fall on how many miles are left that lie between me

and my west coast family

 

life's been kind to me since I last left the Valley

many tears have been shed too

that's what happens when you grow-up

and leave the Valley

Author's Note

My uncle died this winter and I wrote this for him.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

excellent tribute...radio up and memory off...is a memorable line...you seem to write with such ease...though...i know this is not always the case...the images evoke all that is radiant in a day...enjoyed this write immensely and will read more of your work on my next reading sweep...

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Great write, ~

[Robin]

I think this one of your best pieces , a poetic heartfelt tribute to him

[An owl on the moon]

You journey us all back to that place of freedom on the West Coast.. the beauty of sunflowers and the wildness of the waves and boogie boards.. Sweet shared memories in honor of your dear uncle. Your imagery is filled with sunlight.

[India Brooks]

This is so beautiful...this is exactly the poem I would have wanted written for me. It's just so beautiful...

[al25]

Really well written. Like the descriptions and images you used. Enjoyed reading this.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Your words reflect a certain ease.Here you have captured the nostalgic feeling well.

[Miss Coral]

I really love this piece.. the simplicity is beautiful, the imagery vivid. I love the emotion behind it and the last line. I especially loved,
"I'm leaving the world behind with my my radio up and my memory off
my cares fall on how many miles are left that lie between me"
Wonderful piece. Great job.