**So I was cleaning up my hard drive/files and came across this little poetry homage of sorts to Nashville that I wrote a few weeks back when I was feeling especially nostalgic and homesick. Thought I’d share. 🙂 xoMESSIE**
Tennessee Melancholy -10/18/2015-
Been away just a few months now,
Feels like forever, sometimes.
And oh, how I miss those Sunday afternoon rides.
Those leisurely Interstate 65 drives;
Just Nash FM on the radio and I.
To my left and my right,
Beheld the prettiest of sights.
Green rolling hills that stretch for miles with no end.
Far away, beyond the horizon.
And skies so cerulean blue.
Tennessee, home sweet home, oh how I miss you.
Taking walks by the Cumberland,
Its’ surface rippling just the slightest in the Southern wind.
And flowers still bloom in Centennial Park,
Long after the Summer’s end.
And nothing compares to the view from Shelby Bridge.
Downtown on Broadway and 1st Avenue,
The streets are alive with music and spilling over with tourists.
Come dusk, the locals know best to steer clear and altogether avoid it.
Down in the Gulch is where you’ll find the dreamers—
the poets and painters.
Those altruistic, optimistic peace-makers.
The East side’s been busy, reinventing itself and all that.
Having worked hard and taken great strides.
Many would even say that it’s been gentrified.
Unless, of course, you hail from the West,
Who still believe they’re better than the rest.
Though why they think that—is anyone’s guess.
Walk the stage at the Opry,
Take a tour of RCA Studio B.
Stand where all the legends have stood.
Feel the glory, feel the awe.
Say you came, and you felt; and you saw.
Follow that roundabout to Music Row,
That opportunistic corner where they take nobodies and turn them into “STARS”.
“Nashville’s no city”, they say…”just a really big town”.
And now that I’ve been—I know they’re not wrong.
It’s true; you really can’t help but feel like you’re a part of it all.
Especially when the people are as welcoming as they are.
And you can’t explain how you know,
You just know that you do.
After so long running and aimlessly searching,
Never feeling like you truly belong.
You can rest, settle down.
Make a life for yourself.
Just let it all out.
The past, your fears, your insecurities; all your doubts.
You can let it all go.
Once and for all.
Now that you’ve finally found a place of your own.
A place to call HOME.
For me, it’s right here. .
My home sweet home.
This little big “town”.
Music City, USA.
The one and only,