Home Poem by Christopher Tye
Home
Home
The only place that I really belonged,
The place where I was born and raised,
The ancestral pile for generations,
The dreams and visions of one family.
All but lost now as fate and time intervened,
All those dreams and hopes dashed,
All the history and stories dying,
All the orchards and woodland what future now.
Into uncertainty as our world crumbles apart,
Into a future that's not ours to decide,
Into difficult times with no path to walk,
Into decline as the empire falls.
A home that meant everything to us,
A castle that withstood for generations,
A home now lost as time ran out,
A family ripped apart by state and government.
By Christopher Tye
This poem carries your deepest feelings on home.A home that meant everything to us. So true. I liked this verse. The theme of home makes it impossible for us to put aside.
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4/25/2024 5:45:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh Christopher what an unjust world, even though thee path you have traveled is a well worn one there is always a new one hidding around the corner, though great heart ache can over whelem, life can revive, its hard work but you haqve to want to.....my heart breaks for your plight.