by Tanya Southey   Jan 23, 2019

Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes
of a time that used to be,
time when this soil
was all I knew,
time when small-town dirt
beneath my nails,
broke the boundary
of where I started
and the land began

Now I am tall and home
is far away, across an ocean
that laps this sand,
but standing here
in the echo of the past,
the descendants
of my childhood crickets
screech and
my cells stir to
their familiar shrill

I see the echoes in the eyes
of children now standing on this grass,
familiar shades of those gone before,
the ones who carried the genes,
who tilled this soil
the echoes of their sentiments
reflecting, rippling,
water in a gene pool

© Tanya Southey


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  • 5 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You have a beautiful way with words, Tanya. Congratulations.

    All the very best

    • 5 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thank you Ben, your work is really inspiring too.

  • 5 months ago

    by Michael


    reminscing of the past, especially when you see and feel certain things that take you back. i find 'smells' are so familiar at times.
    Lovely piece, M :)

    • 5 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      'Smells'! Yes! I should have added those in. Agree they carry such associations. Thanks for the encouraging words.

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Ahh the echoes of the past... It is the strangest feeling to walk where many have walked before and to wonder at its change. I often revisit places from my childhood only to find they have changed beyond recognition but they still remain alive in my memory. Milly x

    • 5 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      You know, Milly xx Thanks for the feedback.

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