I am thinking today of the "Old Home" That stands at the foot of a hill. 'Twas built to make somebody happy, Though sorrow came often to fill The rooms that were big and old-fashioned, With furniture simple and old, But someone who lived there was dearer Than any fine silver or gold. My Home! in the old apple orchard, You seemed like a mansion to me In the days when I was a youngster And living so happy and free. 'Twas there that our loved ones would gather, And oh! the dear friends that we met, The kind that you like to have near you, The ones you will never forget. So often I find myself dreaming, And sometimes my eyes fill with tears; I see my dear Mother still waiting To greet me, as in the past years. Oh! memories dear ever linger, Stay with me wherever I roam, For it is so sweet to remember The scenes of my dear childhood home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 2. THE KNIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON MAGUS MUIR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE DOG-WATCH by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |