Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Home At Last

Far away from the turmoil of this world
There’s a little house sitting on a hill side
 I want to go back to that childhood home
Where faith, hope and love chose to abide

I can see the chimney smoke rising above
Oh the happiness packed in that humble abode
A welcome warmth from today’s stress and strife
Where unity came together and love growed

I can hear the barking of that old squirrel dog
Upon that little hill he’s treed him a squirrel
It brings a world of comfort to hear it again
An escape and refuge for this weary, country girl

And the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
Still awakens my heart with a morning song
A little sleepy, eyed girl with a smiling, freckled face
Still knows exactly where she’ll always belong

There’s so much beauty to be seen in my eyes
Like that pretty laurel hanging by the road
There’s nothing more refreshing to my bare feet
Then the little branch where the cool water flowed

On those beautiful, sunny slopes and golden hills
Is where I spent my growing years so carefree
I want to go back to that wonderful old place
Where the living was good and life seemed so easy

I have never known but joy in going back home
In a changing world, only memories are made to last
How I long to step upon that old, creaky porch
Then my homesick heart will cry, home, home at last

© Susie Swanson, 2016


  1. How absolutely perfect, Susie! I frequently feel the same way. Those days are long part, but the memories are still sweet as ever.

  2. There's nothing like dipping feet into a cool Creek on a hot day!
    Your description of home is ideal.. I truly hope The Lord considers a little cozy cabin in the woods a fitting place to prepare for me someday in heaven!

  3. Susie, Your poem is so similar to my feeling of my past youth. Your history a bit tougher than mine , it seems. But that longing for those family times that were not hurried, is how I feel too. Blessings to you dear friend, love, xoxo, Susie

  4. Lovely poem, Susie. This is a sweet and heartwarming description. I think we all have feelings like this of longing for our childhood home.

  5. I love this poem, Susie. I also would love to go back to the old home place. You've captured the very spirit of peace. I also miss the good old days.

  6. I am so there.
    A slower pace of life, what could be more special.
    Love this poem, it speaks volumes.

  7. I am so there.
    A slower pace of life, what could be more special.
    Love this poem, it speaks volumes.