My Childhood Home,
I'm back at last!
The chilly air,
The giant pine trees,
The yellow grass,
The road work traffic.
But this no longer is
My Childhood Home,
The smiles have faded,
The laughter has gone,
The faces have changed,
The light has faltered.
Lord, please return,
My Childhood Home.
I'm back at last!
The chilly air,
The giant pine trees,
The yellow grass,
The road work traffic.
But this no longer is
My Childhood Home,
The smiles have faded,
The laughter has gone,
The faces have changed,
The light has faltered.
Lord, please return,
My Childhood Home.
It was like happy then sad
ReplyDeleteExactly; those were my emotions as I entered the city I once lived in :P
DeleteI hope it didn't remain sad.
DeleteIt didn't, until I left. It was more just mourning over how everything's changed, and then I went to enjoying what I could. Of course, exhaustion helps keep sadness away
DeleteWell, at least it wasn't sad the whole time.
DeleteThis is so amazing, I love it the context and flip of emotions, it's always so nostalgic to see an old home, great piece :)
ReplyDelete10,000 views
ReplyDelete:O Wow, I never expected that...
DeleteI actually saw that I had 9,000+ U.S.A. views and I thought, "Wow, I wonder how many total views I have" but I forgot to check XD
Congrats, you have surpassed me.
DeleteReally? :O I didn't think that was possible...
DeleteOver a thousand more than me lol
DeleteOh, wow! :O But this is more active because of chats and stuff, I'm nowhere near as good as you!
DeleteLol, shh, your work is amazing.
DeleteWell, yeah, duh, but I'm still not as good as you are XD
DeleteSHHH
DeleteI started a writing project and now it's impossible to focus on school because that's all I want to work on.
Because great writers can't focus, they have to write :D I can focus, so I'm not a great writer lol
DeleteDoesn't mean you're not a great writer. I wish getting lost in schoolwork was as easy as getting lost in my writing.
DeleteThis is so sweet and pretty, Mark. You know, there are times I am selfish and I wish to leave Florida and where I live. (Mostly in the Summertime.) I've never left Florida, and I hate the heat. But, after reading your poem it made me feel that I have been selfish and ungrateful, because there are people who just want to be in their birth home and they can't be. Whereas, I'm in the same place I've always been. Again, its really pretty.
DeleteLol Sorry XD
DeleteDon't be sorry. You made me see the error of my ways, but I still want to go somewhere cold. :p
DeleteWho in their right mind wouldn't? You know, unless they're coldblooded like my mom. (Literally coldblooded, not figuratively.) I can handle the heat far better, but I'd rather live in the cold, because believe it or not, it equalizes my high energy levels. I have no connection to Florida, too, so I wouldn't feel bad about leaving
DeleteThis is a very sad, but beautiful poem. Honestly, I was born in Florida and I wouldn't wish it on anyone to move here (opinions may vary on this). But, I concede that Shalymar is right. Some people can't even be in the state that they were born in, so I can understand that.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't change that I still hate this state, though. :) Anyway, I loved this poem. It is very emotional, and I can feel the sadness within the transition of the mood from happy to sad. I was surprised by the transition, actually, since some of your poems end on a positive note; but nevertheless, I enjoyed reading this, and as always amazing work, Mark.
Thanks, I appreciate it :)
DeleteThis is beautiful. I LOVE how pleasant and whimsical it started. Then the reader was slammed in the face with realism and disappointment. I love how you manipulated the readers emotions (that's a compliment XD) and took them on a winding road of emotion.
ReplyDeleteLol Thanks
Delete