The Old Homestead and the Clear Blue Sky

It’s the place where I belonged In my room listening to my songs The tree outside my window bent and swayed Where I felt I could have stayed My bike always rested against the wall Ready and waiting at my recall And playing cricket in the backyard Was a cool evening summer’s greeting card Oh, to return to those days again Where there were no worries and ready friends As my days blend and pass by My mind is in the old homestead and a clear blue sky. © Paul Warren Poetry