Old Home

Old Home

I'm missing the old home where I was raised.
Where many times my Dad gave God praise.
In the Kentucky hills mother Nature flourished.
A setting of plain beauty I will always cherish.

Never again can I go back to the old home.
It is no longer there all the land is over grown.
A house that was home to my whole family.
Time and elements have destroyed it finally.

I sit by the big maple tree in the back yard.
Ponder my days there some easy some hard.
It was just an old house I lived in at the time.
What would I give for one day there as mine.

But I know the old home is gone like the wind.
I will never have a chance to see it, my friend.
What once was, can not be the same again.
I'll ponder my memories until my journeys end.

BY: Kings

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