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"HOMEWARD"

Country road of love awaits your calling
Treehouse and porch swing invite you
The darkened road shall not deter you
For you know of it as only a native son can

Rippling streams, Trains of steam
Streetlights blink their welcome
As the sun sets upon all you know of here

Old men wave and call your name in passing
They smile as they recall your days of mischief
Old women cup your face as their eyes twinkle
With remembrance of their own youth as well

The scent of the woodstove beckons you
Rustling of trees bid their welcome
The old post office has not changed
Nor has the center of town been rearranged

School friends slap your back and remind you
That it has been way to long
Old flame smiles at you
She knew well of your song

Porch steps squeak and front door creaks
Home is but a turn of the handle away
Fishing pole awaits you from the corner
As you remove the dust from your first piano

Voices are still heard in this old house
Play another for us son; Make us smile and dance
You take your seat behind the keyboard
You recall all the favorites
Hands find their way as if destined
And the song begins

You play for those you love
And for those who loved you as well
The melody pours from your heart and soul
As the tears begin to flow

It all comes back to you
That which was and in your mind shall remain
Your voice finds the words
As you await the harmony that never came
But the singing shall live forever from within
As the trip homeward comes to an end.

Poem Written By The Quiet One
Copyright © 1998 All rights reserved.

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