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They say you can’t go home again,

that nothing’s ever the same,

as down this solitary walk

along the path that I have sown,

I consider where I am

and how it came to be so.

And along this path

I hear once more

sweet lullabies and songs

we used to sing

when we were so very young.

And as I stroll along,

I can’t help but hear

the conversations we had

around the dining room table

at every dinner time,

the laughter and the fun;

the games of chess and checkers,

canasta and even bridge

that we always used to play

and I hardly ever did win.

And as I walk down

these shady lanes,

recalled so very well,

the streets are

almost quiet now,

where we used to play;

no children’s voices do I hear,

but I remember how it used to be

when all you heard in the summer

from dawn to the setting sun

were children playing ball in the park,

swinging the bat and running bases

until it was almost too dark;

and in the winter ice-skating

and not minding at all

that it was nearly

10 below.

down this shady lane,

remembering how

it used to be,

and what a simpler

and sweeter time it was,

planting seeds in the garden

and picking sunshine dreams,

recalling the pitter-patter

of feet down the hall

of the house on the corner

where we lived one and all.

And though the streets

are mostly quiet now

where we used to play,

I do remember well

how it used to be.

And though nothing much more

than a memory remains,

I know now that you can

return to the place where you were,

if only briefly and for a short time,

for home is within my heart

and where I am supposed to be,

as checking back on yesterday

and the dreams that I had,

I found home once again

and how it used to be.

I found it once again

and know that it’s so,

you can go back home

for I feel like I’m home

again wherever I go

with memories that always

make me smile again,

for this is where I belong,

a place where I can be.

Lady “Cheryl” Death,

Marthamagenta, JT, Sevenamagenta, Mary,

Kare, A-Rhodi, Rebel, Sheila A,

and Me, Barbara

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The lines I used in addition to my own:

I feel like I’m home again (Lady “Cheryl”) REQUIRED

Walking down this shady lane (marthamagenta)
remembering back to the good ole days (JT)
when things were simpler and sweeter (Sevenamagenta)
make me smile again (Lady “Cheryl”)
planting seeds in gardens and picking sunshine dreams (Mary)
remembering the pitter-patter of feet down the hall (kare)
A solitary walk along the path that I’ve sown (A-Rhodi)
Here is where I belong (Rebel)
and nothing more than a memory remains (sheila A)
a place were I can be (JT)

Link to the Lines:

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/39942/time-give-one-more-line-3/

Link to all the Collabs/Saturday Share

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/40824/cheryls-pals-sat-share/

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!

~barb~