My Pine Scented Home Town, Abbottabad
The Journey to Abbottabad KPK Province begins on the historical Grand Trunk Road aka GT Road, built by the Emperor Sher Shah Suri (1486 – 22 May 1545), he was the founder of the Suri Empire in the northern part of the Indian subcontinent.
As one is on road the signs guide the traveler on…
Crossing the Nicholson Memorial here it is still the main Peshawar Road until a small but famous town and road junction called Hasanabdal also famous for The Educational Cadet College. For Abbottabad we leave this road and taking a right turn we are on way-
I took the road I always traveled by, the road that took me home.
Here is the Provincial border Gateway marking the end of Punjab Province and the beginning of Khyber Pakhtun Khwa Northern Province
‘Welcome to Hazara’
The road has lush green and fields of harvest on both sides.Further on there are fruit gardens…oranges guava and loquats or Japanese plum.The fruit farmers set up roadside shops when the crop is ripe.
Roadside Pottery Point. One can select and buy.
A Tribute to My Pine Scented Home Town Abbottabad
The last five miles are winding winding ways,
As the bus turns the corners, I remember the winter days,
Home, home on the range reflecting autumnal grace,
Before you know, its behold ! the town itself, reveals,
At its own, the evergreen stature, the spiritual presence of Nature
Majestic melodious mountains, blow the Highlanders March,
As early as cool February
As fresh as is the month of May when Spring awakes
and apple blossoms call, soft snowflakes greet you,
Sinking and vanishing, as they fall; Serenity intense,
beauteous nature crisp and pure white and sure;
Oh! Let me feast my eyes on the beauty of my town,
breathe in the sweet smell of pine,
Oh! Let me live the truthful moments
While they are there
And let the freshness creep into my soul;
Home is not far now, home sweet home
You will always be in my heart,
and I will never be alone