Treasure Island

James B. Earley

(5 April 1934 / Mounds, Il)

A Vision Of Home


Somewhere within dwells the soul of a boy
And childhood dreams of Illinois
....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

A solemn 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
...Memories......of 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


Author's note:
Encompassing an impassioned sense of spiritual yesteryear, 'A Vision Of Home' is dedicated to that sacred Mecca - by the side of the road, at the foot of the hill, 'New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church, ' Mounds Illinois. And to its pastors, and parishioners, past and present - with all the love and affection..conceivable.

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008
Edited: Monday, June 03, 2013

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  • Mamta Agarwal (2/8/2012 2:18:00 AM)

    going back that place which was once home, watching from sidelines, wistfully- you have captured the sense of loss, longing for bygone times poignantly. Thanks, it's moving and one I can completely relate to, thanks James (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (1/9/2012 7:28:00 AM)

    Memoreis of home still haunt me with happy memories of times gone by, even though I have travelled far from birth place. The lessons taught stay with me to this day. I thank you for this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Ron Flowers (3/27/2009 5:36:00 PM)

    James, this is a wonderful poem. I like the way you wrote. I especially like the stanza ending refrain. This is a first class bit of writing. I gave it a 10 only because there are no 11's.

    Also, thank you for reading and commenting on 'A Sonnet To My Little Town.'

    Regards
    Ron (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

  • Kathryn Tyler King (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. (Report) Reply

  • Jayaprakash Panicker (8/21/2008 8:57:00 AM)

    It is home again Mr. James B.

    thought it is hard to go to the same home again and again
    it is worth going and again.
    i liked the way you make the poem comebcak and forth
    in the minds, an image of home coming and going at the same time.

    thank you for commenting on me

    regards (Report) Reply

  • Antonio Liao (8/5/2008 11:21:00 PM)

    even our soul wishfully want to go home to home again...so deep, very very deep
    what an expression of you. thank you...a ten point (Report) Reply

  • Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (7/22/2008 10:35:00 AM)

    What a beautiful heartwarming poem my dear friend James. Every line touched my heart, every line took me home. But where is home? The vision is blurred, the childhood friends have grown up and that once so precious innocence and unencumbered way of feeling is gone. But.......the memories stay. Thank you for reminding me.

    Ingeborg (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (7/18/2008 12:37:00 PM)

    This poem did indeed deserve the 10. Wonderful nostalgic sentiment and the construct is very good. The last stanza sums it up and brings us back to reality with greatest of taste. Goes into my favorites to be read again.
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (7/11/2008 2:08:00 AM)

    Ten! Easily the best poem I read in awhile...beautiful memories shared so eloquently about Home...and what 'home' means to each of us.((Smile))
    Thank you so much for sharing such a reflective piece of poetry...for sure a relateable piece that warms the heart.Home is truly where the heart is, no matter how many years pass....we never forget.Thank God for that....
    Take care of U James
    Shelley (Report) Reply

  • Alice Affi (6/17/2008 2:26:00 PM)

    You paint such a vivid picture through this poem. Beautiful sentiment, it's so true that even when you return to your home town things aren't the same.
    Thanks for sharing and thanks for your comment on my poem Solace for Solitude.
    God bless
    Alice

    p.s. this gets a 10 from me :) (Report) Reply

  • Hela Jug (5/21/2008 7:04:00 AM)

    Home-eternal inspiration..

    i wish i could go home so badly.

    beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Riquetta Elliott (5/8/2008 9:58:00 AM)

    You must be really home sick Mr. Earley. I having a childhood dreams and memories about bring home in Illinois. I have to admit too I miss my home (Queens, NY) town. Very good poem sir. (Report) Reply

  • Karin Martin (5/5/2008 10:47:00 PM)

    I have learned that someday, all the things I dreamed of doing will be out of my reach. This poem screams out to me to pack my bags and go home. It is so caressing in memories and lingers still as I write my comment on its yearning.
    Karin E. Martin (Report) Reply

  • Alicia Patti (5/5/2008 6:05:00 PM)

    Ah, nostalgia! You did a great job with this, James. I could feel your nostalgia coming through. It is all lovely and well written, but I especially like:

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

    A perfect ending to a wonderful poem.

    Thanks for reading my 'Viva L'America! '.

    best,
    alicia (Report) Reply

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