By Randolph
Date: 26 January 2001

The Homeplace

                   
                                The Homeplace

                          I passed your old homeplace
                          Just the other day
                          Nothing's changed in all these years
                          That's what most would say

                          The dogwood tree along the drive
                          The barn out back, the same.....
                          The porch swing where we heard
                          The meadow larks sing your name

                          Even they must realize
                          How lonely now it seems
                          No light in the window
                          Your presence a distant dream

                          I thought as I was passing
                          About those distant days
                          And wondered if you missed this place
                          Since you went away

                          Now there is an emptiness
                          That only you could fill
                          Why else would the meadow larks
                          Sweetly call you still?