when the scent of the breeze on the evergreen trees
and the pines drifts serenely from the wood
and my memory cast on my friends from the past
and the places their houses still stood
the streetlights and specters that tell me that I am home
when I wake to the bellows of the jays and the sparrows
as they fight o’er the seed spilled in the grass
and I walk through the dew let it soak through my shoes
and I’ll watch as the clouds slowly pass
theses gentle reminders that tell me that I am home
and though these buildings may fall
and all the memories therewithal
can’t take away the rest that these walls once gave
when the moon rises high in the winter night sky
and the lights shining brightly on the snow
we’ll huddle in tight as the fire burns bright
in the warmth of the ember’s red glow
familiar comforts that tell me that I am home
and then I fall asleep to the slow metered creep
of the crickets and weather worn walls
and when I awake to the sparrows and jays
and the shadows of mid day grow small
the rest of the weary that tells me that I am home
and though these buildings may fall
and all the memories therewithal
can’t take away the rest that these walls once gave
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