Sense Of Home ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I have a sudden
Overpowering sense of home
I can see the details of my boyhood
Bedroom clearly,
My bookcases hold
My favorite books,
All my collection of my 45 rpm
Classic Rock records.
My fishing tackle in the corner
My drum set in the other corner
I can hear myself playingWipeout”.
This was my boyhood refuge,
My safe place from the Beach Boys song
In My Room
I heard my mother calling
“Walter, breakfast is ready.
Don’t be late for school”
All at once I saw it all
And I knew everything was all right

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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  1. “In My Room
    I heard my mother calling
    “Walter, breakfast is ready.
    Don’t be late for school”
    All at once I saw it all
    And I knew everything was all right”
    My, oh, my! Little Walt with his beautiful memories. Such warm, warm imagery throughout this poem. You’ve captured the feeling of Home to perfection.

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