by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

I went down home the other day,
it’s been some time; I been away.
Thought I'd find some memories
among the flowers and the trees.

The place still stands upon the hill
all lonesome and kind of still
since Pa died and Ma moved away,
she had to have a place to stay.

The barn's still filled with hay,
maybe I'll move it out someday
and that old tractor ain't much good;
I'll give it to someone in the 'hood.

My fishin' poles are standin' in the shed,
hooks all rusted and red,
floats are rotten and askew,
I don't think they'll ever do.

I 'member when I joined the Corps
and they marched me off to war,
Mama cried and wrung her hands
and Papa's hug was oh so grand.

But now the place stands all alone,
it's the place I call home,
I guess it will always be a
most important part of me.

Some day I hope I can return
and settle down with no concern
about the matters of the day
and sit and dream my time away.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44 at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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