I Sang My Way Home Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

I sang my way home
Every day after school
On a wooded path - alone.

I sang in rain, sunshine and snow,
Too young to be cool,
I sang my way home.

I sang my way home
With red robins and blue birds on my shoulder
Believing the songs my own.

No knowledge of sins for which to atone -
But of laughter and love for sister and brother
I sang my way home.

I sang my way home
Before self-consciousness was known,
Before I dreamed of being older, older,
So much older,
I sang my way home.