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.
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 :)
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
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
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
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.
inherent beauty in this poem..it should be close to every one..the smell of your home...the touch of the old folks..lovely...10
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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Home-eternal inspiration.. i wish i could go home so badly. beautiful poem.