homesick

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    homesick

    Homesick ?or the opposite.

    Homesick, I never was

    First time I was far from home

    I realized after three weeks

    That it wasn’t there

    And I promised to come back

    I knew for sure after first night

    Because I wasn’t homesick but the opposite

     

    I want to go back, can’t wait any longer

    That feeling of sickness came by the day stronger

    I went back next year but cannot stay

    The love for a girl stood in my way

    But I promised to come back

    I knew for sure after one night

    Because I wasn’t homesick but the opposite

     

    I found some medicine

    Sometime it keeps away the pain

    But the feeling of sickness came back again

    The best medicine was the sound

    Of those eight cylinder engines

    And I promised to come back

    I knew for sure after one night

    Because I wasn’t homesick but the opposite

     

    First car was a 76 Pontiac

    A car I got as a gift

    And with love I’d restore

    That what helped a bit more

    But what I had to sell

    To start a western saddle business well

    But I promised to come back

    I knew for sure after one night

    Because I wasn’t homesick but the opposite

     

    I drove a Chevy van

    And than a GMC pick-up

    But all these were only medicines

    To reduce the pain, but chronic sick

    Went there a few times more

    And promised to come back

    I knew for sure after one night

    Because I wasn’t homesick but the opposite

     

    And than I found on a internet store

    That special medicine that brought so much more

    And now we have our own license plate

    The plate WIL523 of Kansas state

    We had to go one more time

    But promised to come back

    And we knew for sure after one night

    Because we are homesick

    And it’s not the opposite.

                                                                 WILLIAMM

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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