he left he swore never to return.
that was the first youthful lesson he was to
A true adult speaks lightly of absolutes,
they often come back to haunt.
Besides, age provides enough of that
quite on its own, alone.
saw many dusty roads, I'm sure of that,
as he and Leroy traveled south.
Knowing him, he ate it up and spat it back.
Youth has its ways, you know.
Although not always fueled by logic, the young just
go and go
when a more wrinkled soul rests in the moon's pale
tough times took their toll,
life dictated with the demands only it bestows.
The boys began to wear a bit,
a plight in time we all behold.
Thoughts of home began to look better
although further away, I'm sure.
hit that dusty trail again,
this time without spring of step.
Change of direction, even aided by lighter
provided not a moment's pep.
While hitchiking,they prayed for speedy northern
None were to arrive.
the "thirties time" it was a futile prayer,
that long road home from Florida to Virginia.
Even their youth could not them spare.
Hunger is a tough task master, he demands to be
an all too often, all consuming fate.
They did what they could for bread.
but not enough for them, I'm sure,
home loomed over the horizon,
the smell of familiar country air manure,
a cherished fragrance that those of us who have
know all too well upon our return.
They crept closer and another aroma rushed their
fortune comes to us all, ragged, wretched,
traveler no exception. Though dazed,
they could hardly imagine fate's smile for
It was a church lawn party
in progress in the glen.
Can't you feel their anticipation?
They must surely have been amazed.
the travels telling toll, the boy
could not believe the golden flake of life's sweet
"Timing is of the essence"
would be his next lesson, and one not soon
He was on the grounds now and found himself
by the folks' joyous chatter.
faces, some related, murmured in a fog.
The "welcome homes" that greet the wayward
were not his burning choice.
Hunger is a demanding task master,
it led him to the sight and smell
he remembered only all too well.
he spied his father, tears began to swell
He approached the sacred figure, the one he missed
while torn between raging hunger and the price he
knew he'd pay.
"Meals don't come cheap in the country,
the price is not always in the pocket."
But his motivation was located in his stomach
as he stepped from dark to light into his father's
for that moment he thought of what to say.
What father could refuse such an honest gaze
and the words from his son, "Dad, I've come home to
His father answered while over the cooking
pausing eye to eye and with a wise smile he said
"Hell, son, you've just come home to