Homecoming

©2010 (Jim Sularz) Was it by chance or pure circumstance, that the path I took, led me far out West? An island hop, a drifting castaway, with treasured moments, of bygone yesterdays. Where family, friends, who all grew old, there, one by one died, as I was told. Faint northern lights, where Paul Bunyan swings, I’ll take back from time, my boyhood dreams. I’ll renew the love, my heart holds high, and celebrate in life, what remains of time. I’ll turn back this vessel, that’s been adrift, to a warm embrace, a last-forgotten kiss. And when this journey draws near complete, I’ll feel the soft Earth, cool, beneath my feet. On that final hour, deep within my soul, will live a place I once left, I’ll still call – home. So, bury me high within the hills, with the purple lilacs and the daffodils. Where loons wail, and sighing willows weep, where Hiawatha, rocks us fast asleep.