Coming Back Home

Completely different from what I once experienced, and Only the land, roads, some trees, and a few houses are left Most of the people I once knew have died or moved away In their place are additional fields of cotton, corn, and beans Nothing is inviting or enticing about my 'once upon a hometown' Green grasses and quiet out-of-doors remain along with the empty places, But the people nor their descendants; houses nor home exist anymore Activities lived here, as did the laughter of children, the stability of families Creeks and irrigation ponds are less reasons to return without people to bond Kindness comes from people who overcame their sadness without going mad History may not repeat itself; I will pass the memory to the next generation Overlooking our little town was a steel tower into which we played and yelled Many years ago, that structure was a landmark; now, like the people, it's gone Every thought of my early years stops me cold, creating yester memories. 021521PSCtest, Coming Back Home, John Hamilton