The last time I saw my home
Was all of twenty seven years ago
I wonder how it has changed?
From my sojourn in the East for three
To the Southeast for fourteen years
I had vowed never to return!
Such were the shadowed memories
That clouded the troubled mind,
This troubled spirit then took ship
And sailed away to a foreign land,
Thinking this was it, where I would die
And never set foot in dear old England,
Never mind see my dear old Devon again!
But I had left behind such treasures
That could not be found elsewhere,
Treasures that yearned and called.
Such was their power that I now yearn,
I yearn with all my heart to return
To that dear place, that special space
That I mistook to be so spoilt,
That I preferred to remember as it was
When I was that Devonshire lad
Scrumping apples from the farmer’s field.
Never imagining that memory would yield
Such a force that now forces me to face
The fact that I needs must return to place
Myself in the service of others
In the land where only mother’s
Bones lie as a reminder, a hidden token
Of a previous life from which I am awoken.
I see Devon now with a different view
As if it is a land reborn – anew.
Knowing of course that it is me
That has been born again. Can’t wait to see
My dear old Devon again, my new home!
© David Tenneson 2012
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