The Home I Know Poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein

The home I know
is no longer up the hill
from the lake and the woods
have over grown the path
with ferns and birch
ivy has almost totally reclaimed
the disintegrating wooden beams
that hardly support the roof
and if you note a touch
of sadness in my voice
you are quite mistaken
I assure you
For my parents never owned
the three acres though
the registry of deeds makes
other more boastful claims
There is something those woods gave me
just as it now nourishes the vegetation
over my path to the lake
not a memory but a fabric
an instrinsic part of my being
And so home is me
And home is you
Just as I don't need a temple to pray
look onward and forward Huckleberry! !