Going Home

Words and Image ©2016 - Clarence Holm

Words and Image ©2016 – Clarence Holm

I miss walking along green prairie shores
Miss gazing into deep azure skies.
I yearn for the sun’s healing touch
And witnessing the killdeer’s cry

Just above the skyline, where soft clouds ride
Wind tracked daydreams memories reside.
These harvested acres are missing small farms;
Honeysuckle and rock piles, buried and gone

Pastures and barnyards, good things now past,
Friend now just memories, under a cross.
Shackled recollections frozen in time
Stamped in my memory, shadows on my mind

Dust on the horizon has clouded the view
My tears cleanse the vista, though heartbreaks remain.
Life is a journey, a stroll down a lane
Good things are coming, at heaven’s refrain.

-Clarence Holm

Love’s First Spell

It was on an evening hayride
We were snuggled deep in straw
Our blankets were wrapped together,
As the wind was bitter and raw.

We traveled with the moonlight
As our heartbeats struck a single beat.
The revelers alongside us
Seemed to melt away- discrete

Her hair touched my cheek softly,
As we crossed a darkened road.
I brushed aside stray snowflakes
From red cheeks exposed to cold.

I think about that special night
When first loves was in the air.
In time I’d learn that love was fleeting
For those just learning to care.

I wonder where she is tonight,
I hope she’s doing well.
That though the year have come and gone,
I can’t forget young love’s spell.

-Clarence Holm