A Vision Of Home by James B. Earley

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A Vision Of Home

Somewhere within dwells the soul of a boy
And childhood dreams of Illiinois
With thoughts of home again

Whose summers of youth are long gone by
A returning stranger is the reason why
It's not easy to go home again

Why tell a soul who I am
Would anyone really give a damn
On the streets of home again

Quietly stroll through rolling hills
Gaze reminiscent on dusty fields
The aroma of home again

An old house sits atop the hill
The swing on the porch is swinging still
Would be grand to go home again

Down the road to the aging church
Again feel the glow of the old folk's touch
So near...it's almost...home again

Autumn encroaching..the kids are in line
The classroom..the books...and recess time
And sounds of home again

Mirage in the midst of a desert waste
A faint illusion of another place
That vision of home again

James B. Earley

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Julie Dant (9/16/2008 10:03:00 PM)
Yes, James, I have felt all you write. We have similar poems. I was born in Lawrenceville, Illinois and lived there until the 2nd grade, so I have lots of very young childhood memories.there, but the home I miss the most is in Indiana and is now a garage. That place, in the country, is where MY childhood soul dwells. You write very well. I go to read more of your work.

Kathryn T. Little (9/9/2008 10:40:00 AM)
Really felt that strong sense of yearning for the past..that very place where images still dwell, where impressions of love and warmpth were a big part of you.

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