Was Home Worth IT

Was Home Worth It Chapter 1...when I was much younger than to day, there was allots of promises I didn't keep , they wasn't made beneath a blanket or sheet but in a field of dandelions shaded by shadows of giant oaks covering you and me. Lovers I meet knew they couldn't follow a wonder like me kicking a tin can while walking out of there town on a dirt road main street, many I heard weep for me not to leave yet I keep my face toward the sun to find my waiting dreams , The one I may have just left behind. Walking on roads barely traveled talking to young boys in search for mighty adventures like Huckleberry Fin and Tom Sawyer on the Mississippi river just to look around the next bin while the great river willows draped across the river since time began. Leaving one place to enter another changes come with ever step strangers see what they only heard about on TV as I walk by them in my colorful cloths ,long hair with peace sign patches . Young girls start to follow ,nerves mothers begin to hollow at me to leave there town I'd just wave politely like I had been taught by people much like these I now see. Old men standing on the store front steps with chew tobacco juice stain on there chins and overalls ,country ladies with there eggs and homemade butter to sale to the shop keeper ask me what I want here in there town nervously . For a cup of cool water I will tell you after I get this dust out of my mouth I reply. Waiting and watching and chewing on sticks like toothpicks. I asked could I sat on the steps to rest my legs and feet , one elderly man just pointed as to say sat down with a corn cob pipe hanging halfway out of his mouth. I began my story about my return to America from Vietnam ,telling about all the friends I lost on that journey though hell, as I was speaking a lady brought to me some apple pie and ice tea . I was stopped by a old woodsmen who had the smile of a bear with a axes tossed over his shoulder . He said I remember a time in my life in nineteen forty five I was in World war 2 there was some nasty thing going on in war I care not remember, I guess you feel that way too , I nodded my head in a yes to his answer . Then he told told everyone to leave me be and allow me to rest with a crackle grin . They did but still stuck around and stirred , I began to tell them how I was walking across America to see what my friends had died for. How most of this country was good folks such as them that brought back a peace to my soul also everywhere I had been let me know I made the right choice if only just for them. By Rodney Ray Hatchell ___________________