Bill Simmons


Call Of The Whippoorwill - Poem by Bill Simmons

I hear the call of the whippoorwill
The calf it bawls in the field
The mare is soon to birth a foul
I can't help it, I miss you still

I feed the geese that once loved you
And that hound from the field you found
The puppy stray you brought home and raised
I pet him while he's lying down

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home

Your hound and I we so try
Through the days we somehow get by
We think we can make it, then comes the night
The loneliness we must fight

The whippoorwill as it calls from the field
Sometimes your name I hear it feels
I miss you so, I love you still
Honey, I always will

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home

The whippoorwill and I we both try
I hear it call I hear it cry
Something is missing from both of our lives
Honey, I'm so empty inside

Honey come home...
Without you it's not any kind of home
Own my own, I'm so alone
Honey, please come home.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 14, 2010


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