Friday, October 18, 2024

Mists missed


 In the quiet mist...I cannot quite convey...How much we miss...This earthly place....I'm told and told...This is not home....Look for streets of gold....Well, they never knew…Give me Homewood of old...The heart pine porch....A simple creaking swing....Smoke house aroma pouring forth....And in heaven I sang.....

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