The Stepping Stones of Home

By Islandboy Mar 10, 2021

The Stepping Stones of Home

A little boy was playing with his sister long ago

They had no phones or iPads, only a radio

For they lived out in the country, far away from city sounds

But they grew up with a love of nature’s bounty all around.

Climbing trees and swimming, happy ’til the gloam

When they would cross the Stepping Stones, across the stream to Home

The years passed on as years will do, and so the children grew,

Until the boy felt discontent, and wanted more than what he knew

Determined to leave all his kin, and the gentle life they led

He packed his bags, said his goodbyes, and to the city fled

His distraught sister watched him as he left there alone

Boldly ‘cross the Stepping Stones, across the stream from Home

Bedazzled by the city lights, he turned so soon to crime

Found he could make more money than working all the time

Thirsty for thrills and easy led, he robbed the Royal Mail

He killed a man and now resides, for all his life in jail.

I was that boy, I was a fool, I never now can roam

Back to walk the Stepping Stones, across the stream to home.

About the author

Islandboy

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Originally from Guernsey, but now living in Sussex, UK, I started writing poems and song lyrics when I was 16 or 17. I celebrated my 70th birthday last year, and am hoping that I've improved a little during the years between. Been published and also broadcast on local radio. Would love to be rich just so that I could visit Canada more often.