~
Daydreaming
Of Home
~
My mind
is
traveling
down
along a
winding
dusty
track,
To find
my
childhood
home,
if I
just
wander
back.
It's a
journey
o'er the
hill,
but when
I reach
the brow
All the
panorama's
there in
view,
and I am
there,
right
now.
The
walls I
see are
peeling
off,
the
bricks
are
tumbling
down,
Gaping
holes
within
the
windows,
make a
lonely
whistling
sound.
The
hinges
that
were
oiled,
now
squeak
with
rusty
grind,
The
veranda
is all
dusty
my Mama
would
have
pined.
Wild are
the
flower
beds,
that
were her
pride
and
pleasure,
Bushes,
weeds
and
creepers,
grow
everywhere
at
leisure.
My
Papa's
work
worn
boots,
I hear
thumping
up the
path,
How I
love his
cheery
whistle
playing
in my
heart.
I
meander
from
room to
room,
see the
curtains
drooping
there,
Bare
walls
stare at
me
no heart
is
anywhere.
My
Mama's
voice
echoes
near
Softly
calling,
Sweetie,
come
here,
I peep
inside
the
pantry,
but find
no
mother
there.
Maybe
I'll
find her
in the
garden,
in the
beauty
that she
wove,
Her hair
drying
in the
wind,
bending
down to
smell a
rose
In the
colours
of the
garden
I feel
her
presence
close,
And then
I smell
the
smoke
from her
cooking
at the
stove.
Sunshine
teases
with the
shadows,
my fancy
wanders
free,
I hear
the
piano
play,
"Telling
of The
Father's
love"
for me.
My heart
had it's
beginning,
back
here
when I
was
young,
The
years
may
change
the
house,
but my
reminiscing's
just
begun.
My
reflection
may be
mellowed,
recalling
laughter
and some
tears,
The
willing
feet
that put
in
place,
every
day down
through
the
years.
Yet,
time has
returned
the past
to me,
that I
left, to
gather
dust,
I
delight
in every
memory
now
the best
of
yesterday
to
trust.
Sweetest
childhood
memories,
what a
treasure
they are
worth
To
enrich
my life
today
that
love
continues
to give
birth.
A
special
hill
view
farmhouse,
is where
my heart
still
roams,
A house
far more
than old
wooden
beams,
for me,
it was
my home.
Soft
Whispers
from
Derry's
Heart
Poems
© 2003
used
with
permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Tune
"Bells
across
the
meadows"
These
are the
words
Mum
used to
sing as
she
played
the
piano
Jesus is
my
Saviour,
Jesus is
my all
He came
down
from
heaven
above,
telling
of His
Fathers
love
Bringing
me
within
the
fold,
Jesus my
Saviour
Oft
would I
reject
Him, How
could I
neglect
Him?
Suffered,
died on
Calvary,
from my
sins
He set
me free
Everlasting
life for
me,
Jesus
Lord
Praying
til I
meet
Him, in
the air
I'll
greet
Him
In the
twinkling
of an
eye,
I'll be
caught
up in
the sky
Forever
be with
Him on
high,
Jesus my
Saviour
Friend
will you
accept
Him,
please
do not
reject
Him
Sheltered
on His
loving
breast,
you'll
find
pardon,
peace
and rest
Now
there is
no sting
in
death,
Jesus
Lord..
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