Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Thursday, October 29, 2020

OctPoWriMo 28: No More

We moved a lot when I was a kid. 
Lived out of boxes
and hotel rooms. 
Stayed with relatives and 'friends' 
I never met, switched
so many schools I can't remember.
I grew up changing neighborhoods
like the outfit of the day.
All I wanted 
was that house on the hill,
the one with a white picket fence
and roses.

Then I fell in love with a man
who lived in the same house 
since he was three.

Neither one of us could talk about travel
without hauling out the suitcase.
It didn't matter to me where we slept;
I'd found my home.

Hope you enjoy Ray Charles, "Hit the Road, Jack!"

Today's prompt from OctPoWriMo and Morgan Dragonfellow was first inspired by railroads and railroad tracks. I remember falling asleep to the sounds of a railroad car clacking away on back country tracks across eastern Washington, Canada and later, Egypt. Then Morgan added these possible words to consider: traveling, vagabond, wanderer, and nomadic. Oofta! Where's the suitcase!


  1. They say home is where the heart is.
    I finally found my home last year. I truly believe this small rural town is the place where I will spend the rest of my life.
    Spooky Planets

    1. Even if we live in a larger city, we tend to stay in our neighborhood which feels like a small town, so I do know that sense of connectedness. May you find beauty every day in your home!

  2. Reading this made me smile. My day began badly but your poem brought the sun out...I am pleased you found happiness and love.

    1. Thank you! Some days are really rough no matter what we do. I'm grateful for every bit of 'sunshine' we find and hope your days ahead are bright.

  3. I love your poem and your sense of "Home" with the love of your life. You ARE truly home with him. Thank you for blessing us with your wisdom.