SEASONS OF HOME

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Having lived my early years in Western Penna. I worked among the steel mills along the Ohio river.
growing up there only meantslow and painful progress through the factories, smoke and changing weather.
After the War I headed west and made my home in So. Calif. It was a radical, but welcome change.  But the memories of my childhood remain locked in my memory and even thouogh many years have passed,I look back to those days with a kind of "reverence" and can still see pleasant memories that will never leave me. 

 

SEASONS OF HOME

I remember , yes I remeber that litle town called "Home"
I see it now soclear and bright,... like a Steeples shining dome.
It may seem gloomy, dark and small with it's factories spewing smoke ...With strangers passing through, often making with a "joke".
Those are the ones who will never know, the joys that it can hold.... Like the ringing of the church bells, that warm a Winters cold....

Or the Riverboat whistle sounding , breaking the silence of the night....or Mother cuddling Baby,... Saying ,"Sleep child...It's alright.

I remember, yes I remember...how it looked in early Fall....with the trees on all the hillsides ,....preparing for winters call.

The morning dew has changed to frost....all the leaves now golden flame....The Birds no longer sing their song.....It no longer is the same.

Yet somehow with the changes, and the coming of  the snow...The warmness grows within the hearts of the people that you know.

Like the coming of the Yuletide, as gladness fills the air... When happiness for children seem to be the only care.

Soon the New Year falls behind us, and Spring not far away...You look more closely in the mirror, and notice streaks of Gray.

Has time been running out so fast, that you have failed to view, ... all the simple things of life, that mean so much to you?

If so, then stop and notice....look about you day by day....Embrace the simple Gifts of God... and for a silent moment pray.

"We thank you Lord, for the things we love..... for the Blessings we hold dear....Not always do we see them clearly... but please Lord.....Keep them near." 

 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

JFolino’s Poems (5)

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AN EXPRESSION OF LOVE 1
SEASONS OF HOME 0
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