Early spring May 2009

My Old Hoosier Home

Is it now that the lilacs are blooming
And the violets purpling in the fell
The fire of the red but will be gleaming
Midst the green tangled vines in the dell
The blue birds and red birds will be calling
As they flit through the dogwood as dense snow
And the sunshine will be gilding the gray stone
Near the old home-my own long ago
My thoughts still flow back to the dear days
To that breeze swept home as you see,
Where a glory of home-.. and brightness
Filled the days with a rapture for me.
I think of the home of my mother
Where.
When I was a barefooted boy
And I know that the lilacs will be blooming
Since the glory of springtime is come
But the dear ones are gone and are parted
Since I left the old home the old home
The breath of the roses and lilacs
Floats in like the incense at eve
And bring back a flood of sweet memories
Which still to my heart fondly cleave
I think of these hills most like mountains
Where my feet when leg weary did rest
I think of those streams that have trout in
That flow near the home that I left.
But wherever my footsteps have wended
Or what sorrows or joys may have come
There are none like those of my childhood
In my old Hoosier home sweet home
Yet, still as I sit in the gloaming
And the spectre of years that are gone
Is borne in with the incense of roses
I’m thinking of home sweet home
M.E. Willis