Coming Home
- Train Whistle
Leaves are on the ground,
A North wind is picking up...
The train-whistle blows.
- Reality
Is it for the dead?
How long do we have to stay...
Cold reality.
- Hopeful
Hope springs eternal,
New ideas and new leaders...
Not much of a choice.
- Tragedy
They are coming home,
Why do we keep forgetting...
What a tragedy.
...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)
Copyright © Brendan Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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