Member Poem

Noise, Noise all around,
cars that cough, voice that pound.
Walls to thin for my thoughts to hide, 
city keeps knocking in my quite inside.

Once I lived where the clock was slow,
where an old man's stories made my evenings glow.
Where I slept in my granny's lap, 
running to her when world's unfair.

Now twp houses stand so far,
yet both carry piece of my heart.
One where i sleep, one where i dream,
divided by roads and a restless stream.

If I could choose I'd run away,
to the home where i learned how hearts can stay.
To that Old Man and his Gentle Wife
and live again my Childhood Life.