We Want To Go Home Poem by Timber Koleden

The days here are so dark;
The forests are dead and chill.
The land carries wars' mark;
The hills bear no yellow daffodils.

No warmth can be retained from the summer's light.
Winter provides no refreshing air.
Our house is as empty and quiet as the night;
From room to room, and up each stair.

The wind blows: you can hear it;
When you smell the bud you sense it.
You feel a heartfelt longing;
You hear a heartfelt calling.

We all want to go back home;
In our hearts we want to believe the dark is wrong.
We all want someone to welcome us home;
To be embraced by someone who's missed us all along.

To eat the summer fruit,
And hear a baby's laugh so light.
To smell the petals and the roots,
Of the garden of our home at night.

To return to our blessed fathers, mothers;
We miss the faraway home fire gold and garden green,
To return to our lovely sisters, brothers;
We want to see again the things we've never seen.

We all for home do long,
and hope we are not wrong,
that that is where we really belong.