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Sunday, 11 January 2015

Home by Richard Newman

I like my hometown more
the longer I’m away.
Memories, like trick candles,
flicker as I pull in.

The longer I’ve been away
the less I recognize. Stars
flicker as I pull in.
Where are the woods and fields?

I barely recognize the stars.
Home is where
my boyhood woods and fields
now offer beautiful new homes.

Home is where they said
Leave now so we might miss you someday.
The beautiful new homes say
We’re better off since you left.

We might miss you someday—
yes, that would be my wish.
Home is where they’re better off since you left.
Blow into town and blow right out.

Yes, that would be my wish—
that I liked my hometown more.
Blow through town. Blow out
memories like trick candles.

From: http://www.versedaily.org/2007/home.shtml

Date: 2006

By: Richard Newman (1966- )