{"id":41172,"date":"2011-06-04T13:34:11","date_gmt":"2011-06-04T17:34:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/41172\/home-cheryls-pals-collab\/"},"modified":"2011-06-04T13:34:11","modified_gmt":"2011-06-04T17:34:11","slug":"home-cheryls-pals-collab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/41172\/home-cheryls-pals-collab\/","title":{"rendered":"HOME AGAIN — A Cheryl’s Pals’ Collab"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The weekend is upon us<\/span>
and for me that always means<\/span>
it’s time for a new
\nCheryl’s Pals’ Collab . . . .<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


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HOME AGAIN
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by Barbara
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A Cheryl’s Pals’ Collab<\/span><\/div>\n

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They say you can’t go home again,<\/span><\/p>\n

that nothing’s ever the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

as down this solitary walk<\/span><\/p>\n

along the path that I have sown,<\/span><\/p>\n

I consider where I am<\/span><\/p>\n

and how it came to be so.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And along this path<\/span><\/p>\n

I hear once more<\/span><\/p>\n

sweet lullabies and songs<\/span><\/p>\n

we used to sing<\/span><\/p>\n

when we were so very young.<\/span><\/p>\n

And as I stroll along,<\/span><\/p>\n

I can’t help but hear<\/span><\/p>\n

the conversations we had<\/span><\/p>\n

around the dining room table<\/span><\/p>\n

at every dinner time,<\/span><\/p>\n

the laughter and the fun;<\/span><\/p>\n

the games of chess and checkers,<\/span><\/p>\n

canasta and even bridge<\/span><\/p>\n

that we always used to play<\/span><\/p>\n

and I hardly ever did win.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n


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And as I walk down<\/span><\/p>\n

these shady lanes,<\/span><\/p>\n

recalled so very well,<\/span><\/p>\n

the streets are<\/span><\/p>\n

almost quiet now,<\/span><\/p>\n

where we used to play;<\/span><\/p>\n

no children’s voices do I hear,<\/span><\/p>\n

but I remember how it used to be<\/span><\/p>\n

when all you heard in the summer<\/span><\/p>\n

from dawn to the setting sun<\/span><\/p>\n

were children playing ball in the park,<\/span><\/p>\n

swinging the bat and running bases<\/span><\/p>\n

until it was almost too dark;<\/span><\/p>\n

and in the winter ice-skating<\/span><\/p>\n

and not minding at all<\/span><\/p>\n

that it was nearly<\/span><\/p>\n

10 below.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n
So today I walk<\/span><\/div>\n
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down this shady lane,<\/span><\/p>\n

remembering how<\/span><\/p>\n

it used to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

and what a simpler<\/span><\/p>\n

and sweeter time it was,<\/span><\/p>\n

planting seeds in the garden<\/span><\/p>\n

and picking sunshine dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

recalling the pitter-patter<\/span><\/p>\n

of feet down the hall<\/span><\/p>\n

of the house on the corner<\/span><\/p>\n

where we lived one and all.<\/span><\/p>\n


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And though the streets<\/span><\/p>\n

are mostly quiet now<\/span><\/p>\n

where we used to play,<\/span><\/p>\n

I do remember well<\/span><\/p>\n

how it used to be.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And though nothing much more<\/span><\/p>\n

than a memory remains,<\/span><\/p>\n

I know now that you can<\/span><\/p>\n

return to the place where you were,<\/span><\/p>\n

if only briefly and for a short time,<\/span><\/p>\n

for home is within my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

and where I am supposed to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

as checking back on yesterday<\/span><\/p>\n

and the dreams that I had,<\/span><\/p>\n

I found home once again<\/span><\/p>\n

and how it used to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

I found it once again<\/span><\/p>\n

and know that it’s so,<\/span><\/p>\n

you can go back home<\/span><\/p>\n

for I feel like I’m home<\/span><\/p>\n

again wherever I go<\/span><\/p>\n

with memories that always<\/span><\/p>\n

make me smile again,<\/span><\/p>\n

for this is where I belong,<\/span><\/p>\n

a place where I can be.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n


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(c) barbara kausteklis 6-4-11<\/span><\/div>\n

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Thanks to the following Home Buddies<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
for their wonderful lines:
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Lady “Cheryl” Death,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Marthamagenta, JT, Sevenamagenta, Mary,<\/p>\n

Kare, A-Rhodi, Rebel, Sheila A,<\/p>\n

and Me, Barbara
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<\/span>**************<\/span><\/p>\n

The lines I used in addition to my own:<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Link to the Lines:<\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/39942\/time-give-one-more-line-3\/<\/a>
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Link to all the Collabs\/Saturday Share<\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/40824\/cheryls-pals-sat-share\/<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!<\/span><\/p>\n

~barb~<\/span><\/span>
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