HOME I come, So keen, To feel it all again, To climb the hill, Knowing the old house is there, And when I reach the top, So happy, and smiling I know, There is nothing there, Yet it is all there, And I know I am home. No sound, But silence, The breeze, the birds, my past, All about me calls to me within, So loudly And yet it is quiet, All life, now gone, Yet so lively, And I know, I am home. Laughter, songs, Long ago laughed and sung, Small feet, in boots, All sound about me, The trees, the bushes, So old, There then and now I hear it all, And I know I am home. So sad, Life past, All gone, No more, But who, Once I have gone, Will love this place as I And know That they Are home? -- Eileen McGovern, "The Leitrim Guardian" > > >