My Childhood Home I See Again Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Childhood Home I See Again



When the hill comes into view.
I see the great roof top.
And all the memories trapped within,
I feel my lost childhood.

Buried deep beneath the ground.
My childhood toys were lost.
And light it feels to me,
as if it's closer than the dark.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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