Going Home 

It's said you cannot go home again

After you have been so long away,

I will notice few familiar sights

As we carry you home this day.

Though the memories are all that's left,

We will not let them part,

The joy that once resided here

Still lives with in our heart.

The weeds now cover the fields

Where once we loved the game,

With us the thoughts are still alive,

But we know things aren't the same.

Time has not stood still here,

The changes we can tell,

The church we were married in

No longer tolls a bell.

The hallowed halls where once we walked

And learned to read and write,

Have been reduced to ashes

And buried out of sight.

The house that you grew up in

Stands empty but for the ghost,

Yet the gardens you had planted

Survived their latest host.

The thoughts of home have followed us,

Though we were far away

The joyful memories all will return

As we carry you home this day.

Copyright by Richard Runyon

Class of 1972

2005