My Springfield
g324703340, 14 января 2014 г., 9:29

Beside the grave of my father
Lays my hometown Springfield,
Wise by the ages,
Strengthened by the steel.
A vanished touch I feel within,
The long lost fear of my father's canes,
My mother's care; she lies along,
Her smile at my murky shirt stains.
O' the streets of Springfield!
Do you still hold the paints of my amour? 
Still bear the dust I trod on?
And the smell of the wind I remember?

I miss your Autumn, your Spring, your Winter,
I miss the snow on the roof and pines.
Do your flowers bloom as they did before?
And the fern and your gracious vines?
I shall come back to you I swear!
Before the ages would wear me down,
To build a cabin and a garden like my father's,
To find peace in your green and brown.
I would come I swear,
Before the ages break me down,
To live my childhood once again,
O' my precious Springfield, my  dear hometown!

Author: Me.

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