A Million Miles From Home Poem by Smoky Hoss

A Million Miles From Home

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Like a distant radio station
out there, somewhere,
is a song calling
in the glimmer of light falling,
a voice carried upon the air
as persistent as a prayer.
It whispers in the wind
blowing here to there, and back again.
It pushes through me
with an alluring awe and beckoning beauty.

I feel a million miles from home
Out in this desert all alone.
I sit under the sky of blue
and feel the soft wind too.
I see the sun passing by
watching, like God's open eye.
There's a weariness within
the weight of worldly sin.
It's a long way home
from where I now roam.
Yet, I can't stay still
following the spirit's will.
Best to travel light
while carrying this blight,
old worn boots and a hat
nothing more than that.
Trust the love of strangers
in this land of dangers.
Places come, places go,
all things above, and all things below.
On and on we all must roam...
for we're still a million miles from home.
The deaf will listen, the blind shall look
the answers await us, in an ancient book.
Perhaps only the heart can truly understand
the incredible gift offered to man.

We are all a million miles from home
and tired to the bone,
but out here what can we do, where can we go?
We'll just keep moving forward, until we find we know
what yet we do not know.

Saturday, October 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juan Olivarez 18 August 2011

As you know Smokey I am in love with the Mojave, I hope to return in a couple of years and if God grants me my wish, to remain there, this poem brings it so close to me.

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Dave Walker 10 September 2011

Good poem really good poem. To feel So far away from home must be hard. But i think the spirits will be watching Over you, keeping you safe. Best wishes Dave

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John Raubenheimer 28 November 2011

I travel with nothing more Than what I wear, Old worn boots Faded jacket Hat for shade Canteen for thirst I'll trust the love of strangers With food to share Beautiful lines Smoky!

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James Casey 07 May 2011

Native Americans have a wonderful way with words, nice write Smoly Jim

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Dee Corpolongo 11 September 2017

Beautifully written, my friend. I LOVE the last lines....so well said! This is a winner in my book, and I can somehow relate though not in the desert, but being 3000 miles from my hometown, from coast to coast, yet always missing my hometown and family. Great write Smoky, thanks for sharing.

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Patti Masterman 27 February 2012

These lines gave me an odd deja vu that was delicious..you excel at this kind of writing, don't ever stop, please. (smile)

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Sara Fielder 17 February 2012

This poem is so sad. I can really sense the heartache you must have felt when writing it.

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Martin O'Neill 11 February 2012

I see open skies and long prairie ripples on the skyline, skies of rippled cloud and the neck of a bay mare shaking her head. Seared grass and a buzzard circling overhead.... Rocks..

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Claudia Krizay 13 January 2012

Smoky-This is a moving poem and brings me peace of mind. Great job. Claudia

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