Childhood Home

© 2000 Ree Tjeerdsma

I grew up in a heaven-on-earth farm. I still miss it.

How do I know the cattle low
In pastures in green and pure?
Why do I sit and long for it
My home for never more?

Within my heart I feel the start
Of walls come tumbling down.
It's such a task to wear this mask
False smile that hides my frown.

I yearn and long, the feeling strong
To bring back what I knew,
Restore the glee that sang in me
In tones so clear and true!

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