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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