Thomas Kane


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...

Topic(s) of this poem: christ, life and death, love and life, social


Comments about The Home by Thomas Kane

  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (8/2/2020 2:06:00 AM)

    A well penned poem.
    Simply remarkable...10+++(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 1, 2020