The old home

Black branches
reach up
into the
lowering sky

Dark trees
the near

For years
it was home
it's still home
from long ago

Each tree
is a friend
familiar outlines
all around

The town
doesn't much change
draped over
gentle hillsides

Friendly faces
smile behind
lace curtained

The castle smiles
in its ages old moat
for seven centuries
it was a fastness

The blank wall
of the village church
hides unexpected
beauty and comfort

It's good to be back
Where my memories lie
Where those gone ahead
Repose in eternal slumber

I'll return to the northwest
When the time is there
Never forgetting
My roots in the trees

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