A place called Home
Written by Leon Johnson
The Old Face stands as a ghost in time
Reminds me of things that were left behind
Our family home stood in the valley for many a day
But as a vapor in air, it just vanished away
Now only memories of a different time
A home I loved I left behind
The Old Face takes me back to another day
Of the things I loved that vanished away
*From a book of poems by Leon Johnson called “Miners Lights”.
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