Curtis Johnson Poet Acrostic

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

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