Home again
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To that place
Where it all began
Of my inheritance
My soul seeks to flee
Amid life's bustle
I pause and wonder
In solemn hour all alone
The true home of my soul
Those sweet days have fled
The beauty of misty past
Flitted away so swift and fast
I feel homeward bound again
On a journey set out
To where unknown
Finally brought me here
Where I studied harder
Moving forward
For a career
Laden with dreams ampler
Of money making
Of friends making
Of things and things greater
Reaching a point at the peak
Yet missing the homeward streak
The summer is waning to autumn
Reminding me of my dear home
Of the haunts where I used to roam
Passed houses, fields and clovers
All looked duller
But homes inside happier
Reminding me of my dear home Of the haunts where I used to roam Where ever we are, we will be visited by the sweet memories of our home where we were born, taken care of by our loving parents and where we grew up nursing our dreams of a bright future and shared life with our siblings! To go back to that place again and again is the innate longing of most of us! This nostalgic longing for home is beautifully expressed in this poem! Enjoyed!
I love this superb write with amazing lines of our constant desire to go back home as the past always seems sweeter!
The true home of my soul Those sweet days have fled The beauty of misty past ........ Great Writing.. you nailed it.
there is no place like home the longing to go back always remain good writing
Beautiful lines, , , , homes inside happier! ! ! Really, we have always sweet memories of childhood and love to go behind those memories. Loved the way you presented.
Other than my own home I may be in a castle with all plush arrangements or may be in a thatched house with all inconvenience, but home is always sweet with so many remembrances and emotions which can never be compared with others. Home in whatever shape is always a sweet home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the summer is waning to autumn Reminding me of my dear home Of the haunts where I used to roam Passed houses, fields and clovers.......................beautiful write....i like it