HOME TOWN

No one is left in my home town
My people are gone.  

But my memories are there
right where I left them
residing in streets, schools, and fields.

I could revive the spirit of the place
but what would that matter now?

My route is now reversed
what was once a destination
became the home town  
and the old home town
is just another destination among many.  

I still drive the Ohio Turnpike
and near Exit Seven
there’s an urgent sensation of memory
tugging from across the dark fields to the north.
 
But I keep going
and hoping for new roots
in my new home town.