<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Home Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last time I saw my home town, her trees were dressed for spring, <br>And her people walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.<br>The last time I saw my home town, her heart was warm and gay, <br>No matter how cruelly they change her, I'll remember her that way.<br> <br>I dodged and hided in the fields of golden corn that I had dodged for years.<br>The chorus of the wind blowing the heavy loaded stems was music to my ears<br>I thought of happy hours and pure childhood lost, and laborious people who toiled their day<br>Old women, selling flowers, in markets at dawn, kids rushing to their play</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lonely I was, scanning with lonely eyes, seeking her in vain<br>Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign of her; the pain is insane<br>Where are the children who ran in the park and in sun sandy paths<br>And those who danced under summer night looked at the stars and laugh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to watch as a child the fair morning fog clearly chiming in its flowing before my eye; <br>Warmly and broadly the south winds were winding and blowing over the sky.<br>One after another the white clouds over the fields of wild tulips were fleeting; <br>Every heart that gorgeous May morning in joyance was brimming and beating<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Copy rights 2010<br> All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413178" data-title="My Home Town de Isaac Ziv" data-description="The last time I saw my home town, her trees were dressed for spring, And her people walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing. The last time I saw my home town, her heart was warm and gay, No matter how cruelly they change her, I'..."></div> </div> </div>

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