Oh, Take Me Home
Oh, take me home, sweet journey of the mind,
along the many roads I've known that wind
through times of blessedness. . . through spans of dearth,
past corridors of woe, down paths of mirth –
to when my Now could not have been divined.
My sentimental byways are entwined
with childhood mementos that still bind
me to the dearest place I've known on earth.
Oh, take me home.
Oh, take me back again that I might find
the carefree days on lanes I left behind,
when all my world was small in size and girth.
I rushed to leave. . . too late I learned the worth
of things to which the eyes of youth are blind.
Oh, take me home!
For Leonora Galinta's A Home Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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