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...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE IN AN ALBUM by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |