Going Home Poem by James Casey

Going Home

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Going Home

Fog drifts in and obscures the scene
Making everything seen unseen

Making every light become a hazy glow
Why I try to walk through this I'll never know

The trees standing there on the street,
Seem to be moving in time to my feet

And dampness feels too thick to breath
My breaths become deep I start to wheeze

My mind is filled with thoughts that are merry
Walking through this mist I could envision a fairy

Only the concrete cold and hard beneath my shoe
Brings me back to earth and thoughts of you

I continue on home the sun is just rising
The haze turns to gold, it isn't surprising

Snuggled up all cozy now, in my soft bed
Thoughts of you drift into my head

I close my eyes with visions of you
Then drift off to sleep not missing the dew

I'll do this again, as I do every night
Walking on home through that foggy site

Jim 1961

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Stationed in Philadelphia and living off base, it was a short walk home, and to save money I did that. It was at a time when walking the streets of South Philly weren't as dangerous as it would be today
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James Casey

James Casey

Binghamton, New York
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