Wren Rushing Poet Rhyme

Homesick

The hymns of my youth have become a faint sound,
like a train in the distance lost to the night.
This road that I'm on is not homeward bound,
for I have left the path that leads to the right.

I hope my mother will remember my face
and father will forgive all my sins.
As I lay near death in this far away place,
this troubled journey will soon come to an end.

The place where I'm from has it's own charm,
with the smell of wildflowers on the soft summer air.
Rusty tin roofs and broken down barns,
roads lined with fence posts, I'm almost there.

Not much has changed since I've been gone,
I never dreamed Heaven would look like home.



5/8/19

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Connie Marcum Wong May 15, 2019 at 12:10 AM A wonderfully expressive sadness is felt in your words Wren. I hope to see this high on the winner's list. : ) xxoo

Susan Ashley May 9, 2019 at 9:42 PM Your poem is expressed with finesse, my dear friend. The phrasing, the imagery and the emotion is simply stunning, Wren. Captivating poetry. Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes to you always.. ~Susan Wren Rushing May 10, 2019 at 8:31 AM Thank you Susan, you comments are always welcomed and read as lovely poetry on their own. Have a wonderful day my dear friend!

P.S. Awtry May 9, 2019 at 9:31 AM You have captured a poor prodigal's plight. Haunting. Love the mention of the old hymns... “like a train in the distance”— another excellent write from you :). A FAV Wren Rushing May 9, 2019 at 12:07 PM Thank you ps