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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE LAST VOYAGE Like a straw man, Hunted by gusts of wind (in order to outrun death), I am returning to the valley of my childhood; To see the old home one last time, To see the old walnut tree one last time, under which my mother used to read Mark Twain's wonderful stories to me. Nothing is the same anymore, everyone is dead, Apart from memories and the old walnut tree; Its old, trembling, bare branches are impatiently waiting to hug me one last time. When destiny leaves you alone in the dark; When your mother and father leave you early, all you have left are dreams, Yes, my friend, life rolls along the road of dreams, And each dream is finished soon; Just one more time, I'd like to touch the coarse face of the old walnut tree, To find a long lost tear below its tired feet. When I started on this long voyage, The night was bright, and our beautiful walnut tree cried, Yes, my friend, trees can cry too; Just one more time, I'd like to touch the old walnut tree, To cling my face against my old friend's face, Like a beloved son, To hear the happy voices of my mother and father; When your memories fade, drop down to your knees To feel how the earth loves, So your memories can find their sacred sanctuary. When they want to kill your memories, hoist your flag of dreams And keep on marching your way, like a noble soldier of freedom, Because few are the poets who are honored To finish their voyage In the place they were born. ©Walter William Safar
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