The Home Coming
Coming back home, where the oak trees grow.
Where the foothills thrive & rivers flow.
Where the mountains start their upward climb.
Where I left that love of mine.
Look at the changes that have happened here.
The small town has grown more than I feared.
The old homestead is still standing.
Sometimes, it isn’t easy understanding
why I ever left this little bit of heaven.
I guess my bread needed more leaven.
I needed to rise to the occasion.
Which I did, without hesitation.
All of that is behind me now.
Time to hitch the horses & get behind the plow.
Time to make a life here again for me.
Time to see if my old love is still free.
She hadn’t heard yet I was back in town.
She was surprised when I came around.
She threw herself into my arms.
I was aware of all of her charms.
She told me she thought I had died.
I said “No, I am very much alive.”
I told her I was surprised she had waited for me.
She told me that wasn’t how it was, you see.
She had dated many men. But, no one filled the bill.
Only I could ever give her a thrill.
I said I felt the same about her.
No one could replace her. That’s for sure.
So, our romance, that had been put on hold
began again. Like a whirlwind, we rode.
It led to our marriage and a family.
We made a go of this farm & its shanty.
We have a beautiful spread we call home.
Three fine kids and a life they have grown
to love each and every day. In every way.
The time will come for them to go away.
Hopefully, like I did, they will return.
Heart in hand for the one they yearn.
May their desires turn out as well as mine.
But, that will all happen at another time.
————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)