Monday, July 15, 2013

IT WAS ONCE HOME

It Once Was Home

The blue spruce that my daddy planted

Is now a towering wonder

It stood beneath our own blue sky

And absorbed our own loud thunder

According to family gossip

The secret of the story

Is he planted it the very first day

To mark our territory

The walls that mama painted

That color would never do

They changed the color the day we left

To a tasteful baby blue

The bedroom where I laid my head

And said my nightly prayer

Is sporting now a single bed

Not the bunks my brother and I shared

Sometimes I feel angry

That they changed our personal touch

But we've been gone a long long time

So it doesn't matter much

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