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When Harry Came Home

As birds do in the serenity and majesty of sunset skies,
Some lose their inherent passion to roam.
So, we danced amid candlelight and the fireflies;
We did so when Harry came home.

His European adventure at an end,
After searching, after seeking hither and yon,
World traveler with a homeward trend,
At ease with shiny wood, pastel chiffon.

When Harry came home, the bees were hummin'
And butterflies floated lazily by;
When Harry came, guitars were strummin'
In the sultry heat of hot July.

When Harry came, he gave a hoot,
And swept me off my feet!
When Harry came home, the orchard was in fruit,
And honey was so sweet.

When Harry came home, time stood still
As he paused upon the stair;
When Harry came, whippoorwill,
And all was sunshine and fair.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
December 25, 2019 at 8:41 AM
Great 'sequel,' so to speak, to that Civil War classic, 'When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again! Great! :) gw
Buehler Avatar
December 25, 2019 at 11:46 AM
When you mentioned that song, I'd thought I was unfamiliar with it, but I just listened to it on You Tube, and I realized that I'd been hearing the tune off and on all through my life. I am glad you helped me to make that connection. Thanks so much for your uplifting and interesting comment. :)
Theraven Avatar
December 23, 2019 at 3:51 PM
Evelyn, Love this poem 'When Harry Came Home'. It's perfect for the season. Hope you have a Merry Christmas.., and say hello to Harry. -Richard
Buehler Avatar
December 23, 2019 at 6:17 PM
I am pleased that you love my creation, Quoth TheRaven. Thank you for your kind words and Christmas greetings. A Merry Christmas to you as well. I will definitely say hello to Harry for you. I'm not sure he'll respond, though, since he lives only in my imagination. :0
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