How can I ever forget
The house in which I was born
Where I first saw the dawn
Where I woke up every morn
Stifling a sleepy yawn..
How can I ever forget
The pleasure-filled happy days
The chirping of the jays
The house – so like a maze
My own innocent ways ?
How can I ever forget
The roses pink and white
The eagles’ soaring flight
The marbles, top and kite
The twinkling city light?
How can I ever forget
The sweet sugary pie
The white clouds in the sky
The barley and the rye
My old dog that did die??
How can I ever forget
The pine trees green and tall
The shrubs atop the knoll
The games of bat and ball
My play-mates, big and small..
How can I ever forget
The ignorance of my youth
The innocence that time did loot
That now in fairness and truth
Has been cut off from the root ?
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