Here is the ;ink to one of my favorite poems.
Abraham Lincoln Poem "My Childhood Home I See Again"
My re-write of the poem:
My childhood home I see again,
And mixed feelings grow;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
The thoughts origin I do not know.
O Memory! thou midway world
Where my strongest feelings lie.
Where things were happy and love was never lost
I fear I will never understand why.
And, freed from all that’s earthly vile,
I feel grateful for the chance,
To see my family and my home,
The place I learned to dance.
As clear cornfields please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As roster crows that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some hallowed ground,
We, lingering, gaze through windows pane--
So memory can embrace a companion,
Even if it was but a foolish child’s reign.
Near twenty years have passed away,
Since here I bid farewell
To pets, childhood swing, and aging family,
My pictures slowly unravel.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing these, to notice again
My hollow heart rings.
The friends I once called,
How changed they have become.
Young childhood grown,
Into gray steel and numb.
Never did I see a day,
When I could have come to this gloom.
Never did I think of something so found,
Would be like standing in a tomb.
Note: My childhood was in no way dark, I just thought it would be interesting to have a more modern childhood reflection and still meeting the same conclusion that Abraham Lincoln had.
Abraham Lincoln Poem "My Childhood Home I See Again"
My re-write of the poem:
My childhood home I see again,
And mixed feelings grow;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
The thoughts origin I do not know.
O Memory! thou midway world
Where my strongest feelings lie.
Where things were happy and love was never lost
I fear I will never understand why.
And, freed from all that’s earthly vile,
I feel grateful for the chance,
To see my family and my home,
The place I learned to dance.
As clear cornfields please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As roster crows that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some hallowed ground,
We, lingering, gaze through windows pane--
So memory can embrace a companion,
Even if it was but a foolish child’s reign.
Near twenty years have passed away,
Since here I bid farewell
To pets, childhood swing, and aging family,
My pictures slowly unravel.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing these, to notice again
My hollow heart rings.
The friends I once called,
How changed they have become.
Young childhood grown,
Into gray steel and numb.
Never did I see a day,
When I could have come to this gloom.
Never did I think of something so found,
Would be like standing in a tomb.
Note: My childhood was in no way dark, I just thought it would be interesting to have a more modern childhood reflection and still meeting the same conclusion that Abraham Lincoln had.