When the birds hover up in cheers
Mimicking sounds of trumpeteers,
Sing my arrival to my peers
In th' old tavern staling with beers-
And fad'd newspapers on the ground;
At my sight cometh booming sound;
Kisses, hugging my body cling
Being treat'd as emperor or king,
Tak'n high on a carriage of love
Not to be trampled on; by jove!
Home in-stead to my parentage
To r'view my brethrens and my age-
grade; in perfect health (I pray
They are due to be on this day)
But the birds hover not on high
And home is crest farther than nigh
Such thoughts I carry dear behind
Sightings of home that makes me blind
To know...Home is not forgott'n on my mind.
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