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
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