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where ever I go

nor no matter how far I have gone

I will always think of and quite fondly recall

my pretty old Parkersburg home

it seems to me that there is no cure known

for this aching desire I feel

to simply see the seedling blades that surround

my sweetly enchanted childhood home

as they themselves like men struggle to grow

how I once so loved the smell of fresh summer

grass

and often chose in it to stay out and dither

the heat she was a trusted and cherished friend

while her counterpart the cold only managed

to make me cough and shiver

and in my quaint child's heart

(now all grown up)

there flows a firmly faithful quiver

that soon, so soon

before I alight from the seasoned branch of this

exciting existence

I will see and fully experience my first ever

home again

as it was more so than how I choose to remember

and the thankful receiver that I am now today

will somehow bloom to become

the very soul in essence of the most devout

and true

the giver............................

(Sept. 15, 1995)