The Home Poem by Thomas Kane

This Old Home a home well known
As the community for the well grown
Many outlasted the long years of age
Wondering should I turn another page

Lull days a many for to many
Days of adventure one or two if any
A spirit locked to a few generations
The earth soon ruled as one nation

Let this poem find the hardened heart
Come along a new story we start
Where a race is established planetary
Never by skins or passed on by hereditary

A Human race by our Fathers will
At an earths pace a mothers wheel
No tired soul lay without rest
A calendar year ages wine at best

Words gathered form joy loved happiness
Sentences served to correct hopelessness
Prison breaks to a prism array I beam
When seen clouds separate at seam

Whistles done blown the trumpets last sound
Spin twine vine rose sickle and more
Drawn a days water from a well flowing free
Tomorrow nears today so fleeing yesterday

Brings us upon the last line left...