Home of My Youth

I long still yet for the home of my youth
The vast lands of my happy childhood days
The soft green fields where I blissfully played
And slept soundly even as time slipped by

The sweet smells of food cooked for my pleasure
The sweetness of fruit plucked straight from the tree
The sound of the breeze moving through the leaves
Of flowers my mother had planted there

The wink of glow worms in the cool dark night
The chirp of the birds in the early morn
The sight of the moon through my window glass
The laughter of those who truly loved me

I did not know then that one day I'd long
For the sweet places of my youthful years
Powerless to return I stay and yearn
For the loving home from which life stole m