Home Land

Birds singing early in the morning
Hear the bees buzzing on the corn
The soft sweet sounds of summer
Makes my heart so sad and forlorn

I want to go back when I was a child
Where I worked, and loved and played
Where families lived and died together
Before all of it was taken away

Noble stonewalls, with trees growing thru them
Fields and pastures are all but gone
Traces and shadows of what it once was like
And chimneys still stands that marks a home

Loved ones buried that we long to go visit
Sadness and disappointment that can’t be spoken
All over a road that is already there
Hearts and a promise that have been broken

How can your hearts be turned and hardened
How can your eyes not open to see?
All we ask is to keep your promise
And the agreement of 1943.

Written by Shelda S. Calhoun

In Memory of Woodrow and Myrtle Calhoun