ABOUT GO`N HOME

ABOUT GO`N HOME

 

Reckon you never heard this before

I was jist thinkin as I worked a stick

You never really follered me

Can`t x-pect you to know what makes

me tick

 

I can hear you think`n , "who cares ?"

Can`t blame you not one bit

Today nobody even my own kids

Just plain don`t give a s**t

 

What would I like just suppose

Sposen that an old guy can still like

That old ranch where I grew up

Pulls at me like there is still a piece

A`me there

 

Down on Thunder Butte Crick

Where the cat birds call

Where all the wild animals

In the night still prowl

 

Silly how an old coot still yearns for home

Like all the people gone and buried

And I had my fill of city life

Once you asked me what I think

I either have to say or take to drink

 

That`s all there is , don`t have no more

Jist a lonesome old hack get`n dewy eyed

Wonder`n what life`s got in store

`Cause I can`t stop think`n

I`m never ever go`n home

 

----- Eagle Cruagh

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jdr / Jennifer]

Love it! Good ol' country boy huh? It almost sounds like me- I've had my fill of city life- but I still miss home :(

"Silly how an old coot still yearns for home
Like all the people gone and buried
And I had my fill of city life
Once you asked me what I think
I either have to say or take to drink"

[Meliss@k]

Fantastic. I love the country. I love texas. I love country peole and their accents and I really appreciated this poem's simplicity and beauty in longing for "home".

[Claudia Stark]

I love how you've created whole character with broad strokes.

[Corset]

"He's back! He's back, he's back in the saddle again!" This is so sad but in a really funny way, I read the tombstone, and don' you gist sound lak a good 'ol Texan boy! The accent was perfect, the story sad, may in his next life he get his wish to be "one" with his saddle.