Come Home(Fenster) I see the distant landscape
and surging creek below
Two sparrows sit beside me
Their freedom I don't know

The rumble of a distant train
echoes in the glen
Hurriedly I settle down
with notebook and a pen

I write of wonders far and near
Draw pictures of the view
The sun is setting in the west
An orange and firey hue

I scamper down the ladder
From my treehouse I do climb
Across the field I hear my mom
'Come home, it's supper time!'

My hair now gray, my eyes are dim
but memories remain
Adventures of my childhood
... small gifts that I retain

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