Home Again by Thomas K. HuntI can smell my youth As I come down from the hill With the river in my eyes This place holds me still
The streets are the same In this old familiar place I'm called by name They still recognize my face
Smiles to the left Smiles to the right Happy in the middle Of old friends tonight
The warmth from the comfort The chill from the fact The thrill from of it all Just to hear welcome back
07/28/2003
Posted on 07/28/2003 Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt
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