Childhood Home

The Childhood Home (Barndomshemmet)

Thousands of miles, to the end of the world,

My thought, wistfully goes

To the meadows where my first home was;

I remember it as it was lit in sunshine,

Embedded among giant aspens;

In the yard, a few apple trees and grove of trees

And smell from bird cherry and lilac.

I vividly remembered the road on the hill,

At the other side of the bay was the bog,

Where I many cold winter nights risked

My neck in riding sledge.

And where the moon through the trees can be seen,

I recognize old cattle paths,

Which reminds me of happy childhood days.

United we grew up back home,

Until we got worried and went away,

To explore the world and its wonders

Randomly we tried our luck,

Out to the cliff-filled waters of life,

Where many screams warned us in the night,

For vicious and shallow waters

Only once have I seen it again,

Since I young and filled with hopes the home left,

Then I let my childhood memories play, while

I forgot the perils on life’s ocean;

I enjoyed everything! There close to the house,

The old aspen was still standing on the verge of its grave

But strangers disrupted my happiness,

In vain I looked for an old friend,

But I found out I don’t belonged here

There was no one who recognized me,

If you ever dream about your childhood,

Keep in mind that fantasy’s plate of gold is hiding

The hard stumbling block of reality.

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