That Old Home Place

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: A poetic fantasy


This is an old poem that I wrote in 2013. It was posted on another writing site, but since I am no longer a member of that site and have transferred my membership to this site, I thought I would
post it once again. The story explains my desire to return to a time in the past where everything was better. They say, "you can't go back." I believe that is sad but true. I have tried for years.
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Submitted: July 22, 2018

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That Old Home Place


In hot, dry sand
and flat barren plains,
I long for a land
with green grass and spring rains.

Miles and miles away
there is a better place,
where children can all play.
No sadness can one trace.

I miss the swaying trees,
the rivers and the lakes,
the singing birds and bees,
and sounds that nature makes.

Time spent out with old friends
while drinking cold ice tea.
For now my mind pretends,
old loved ones, I can see.

Out on those old porch swings 
while singing country songs,
we tuned our guitar strings
and sang away our wrongs.

If I could just go back,
I'd have a smiling face.
Nothing would I lack
in that old home place. 

 


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