<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Home Away From Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk down the small path <br>bordered either side by bluebells. <br>As I walk down the path <br>which I have done hundreds of times before. <br>There is a stirring in the trees, <br>which prompts my memories, <br>of faces that have come and gone <br>over the passing years. <br>Also comes back the laughter <br>that never seems to subside <br>and all the jokes <br>we’ve played on one another. <br>I smiled as I stopped for a moment <br>to look around at everything there. <br>It seems like only yesterday <br>that I came along here, <br>but in reality, the years have flown by. <br>Some faces I remember <br>will never be coming back to visit, <br>while the others I might see someday. <br>Even when the sad day comes <br>when I can’t come anymore. <br>I will leave with many photographs <br>in my memory store. <br>A few more steps I take <br>and the town comes into view <br>along with friendly faces <br>on the boardwalks there. <br>There are a few whose names I forget, <br>but the faces I know so well <br>in this little town <br>I call my home away from home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 February 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362554" data-title="Home Away From Home de David Harris" data-description="I walk down the small path bordered either side by bluebells. As I walk down the path which I have done hundreds of times before. There is a stirring in the trees, which prompts my memories, of faces that have come and gone over the passing..."></div> </div> </div>

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