leaving home —
the mountains sink
behind me


4 Responses

  1. Alan Summers Says:

    I like the sensation of the mountains diminishing the further the home is left behind. I wonder what home life was like? I hope the person, if it's not about the author, had somewhere by the sea, clifftop or beachside views, at least for a while, for a change.

  2. Dan Curtis Says:

    Thank you, Alan! My apologies for taking so long to reply. I grew up on the West Coast of Canada. This is a memory piece of leaving home after university and heading east by train. For me it was a mix of sadness and excitement.

  3. Alan Summers Says:

    Thanks Dan, after watching the latest BBC TV series "Race Across the World" with a route from Vancouver, British Columbia to St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, that must have included some breathtaking but also exhausting train journeys.

    It's a very big country!

    warm regards,

  4. Marion Clarke Says:

    This really spoke to me, Dan, bringing back memories of the day I left my childhood home on the coast of Northern Ireland. I was moving to the city of Belfast to study, leaving the beauty of the Mountains of Mourne and Carlingford Lough behind me. The peaks of the mountains disappeared as I looked through the back window of my father’s car. Happily, it wasn’t too far to be able to return for a weekend visit, so I wasn’t too sad. However, when I decided to do my post graduate year in Bristol I had a bit further to travel, with the Irish Sea between me and my hometown!

    I must admit I was much more emotional when we set off to take our son to Belfast five years ago. I remember the glow of the September evening sun on his face as he turned for a final look at our house. He looked about fourteen!

    A evocative haiku—thanks for conjuring up all these memories!


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