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When I awoke this morning, I felt so all alone. Something inside me kept urging, "Go home. Go home." I traveled very far and, in my heart, did so want to see The home where I had lived, and every flower and every tree. The house is gone, now. Someone has torn it down. There's still a tree, here and there. But mostly, they've been cut down. Couldn't they build houses of stone and use steel for beams? Couldn't leave alone the beauty of the trees, it seems!? I lived there as a child with my siblings, Grandma, and my Mother and my Dad. Lots of joy in that home, we were all most always glad. Visiting friends at Christmas and all through the year, My heart was pounding as I remembered with more than just a tear. Mother, Daddy, and Grandma are gone, now, and I'm so glad they can't see The waste of tearing down our loving home and hewing every tree. But, there was a wonder there, still. I could feel their presence, there. And, I knew it didn't matter, as I talked with God in Prayer. Younger ones have to live their way, even though I might not agree. Our days have come, and nearly gone. Mom, Dad, and Grandma we'll one day see. I just keep in my memory all the holidays, days of love and cheer. Who knows, maybe, there'll be a forest of trees when I come another year. Maybe, I'll come, at Christmas time, when the pines are standing tall; Glistening snow upon the ground, as on some friend I'll come to call. Maybe, there'll be holly and red berries strewn across the place that was home, And, in the new forest, the reindeer will have a place to roam. |
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