Show MY BOY COMES HOME by ANNE CAMPBELL T THINK I 1 know what heaven Is 13 like I 1 now A little yard where grass Is growing green A robin chirping on tin an apple bough As A efrom from the fence the crimson roses lean it Is late afternoon and suddenly bhear I 1 hear the gate click the familiar sound of 0 youthful footsteps coming close to me A shadow throws its length across the ground I 1 think I 1 know what heaven Is the strong young arms that I 1 have waited for in vain an eager voice that I 1 have missed too long and heaven breaks 1 my illy boy Is home again 0 western newspaper union |