I am feeling homesick for a land I used to know;<\/p>\n
It was the land my mother knew; in her time of youth did grow.<\/p>\n
Her journey took her far from there, to move into the city,<\/p>\n
But her heart always felt at home where crickets played their ditty.<\/p>\n
Often times the city life would cave right in on her,<\/p>\n
And she just felt as lost as an abandoned bird.<\/p>\n
We would visit there, gathering blackberries from their bush,<\/p>\n
And we would always hear the loud, dry leaves from autumn, crush.<\/p>\n
It was always hard to see those hills covered in snow,<\/p>\n
For backroads were not cleared, save from the sunlight’s glow.<\/p>\n
But when the winter broke, and springtime came acallin’<\/p>\n
You would find us there, when new life burst forth with bawlin’.<\/p>\n
My Mother would linger far in walks along the land,<\/p>\n
And climb the hill to decorate the graves of those so grand.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I would go with her, and hear her stories well,<\/p>\n
Of the land that held her heart and bore her footprints in its dell.<\/p>\n
I must go back and visit soon, without my Mother’s lead–<\/p>\n
For she has joined those grand ones, but the land remembers me.<\/p>\n
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