Poetry of Kansas

Our Soldier Boy's Return

Tune: "There's a Long, Long Trail
    A Winding."
I am growing very lonely, thoughts
      oft come to me
Of a mother sad and lonely, o'er the
      rolling sea.
I am coming home to greet you in
      that land of mine,
And I'll clasp you in my arms again
When I cross the ocean brine.
There's a long, long trail a winding
Back to my own native home,
Where the home folks wait to greet
O'er the salt sea foam.
There's a glad, glad day awaiting
When my dreams all come true,
When my dear home friends will
      meet me,
For I'm coming back to you.
Of the trenches I am weary and the
      days of pain;
Days are long and nights are dreary,
This a long, long lane.
But all lanes must have a turning,
Gloomy days depart,
But tonight, I'm only yearning,
Just to clasp you to my heart.
When the German guns ceased firing,
My heart beat with joy;
Visions of the home friends waiting
For their soldier boy.
And I felt the hand clasp greet me,
Saw the flag anew,
As we marched so proudly down the
Neath the old Red, White and Blue.

__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
Page 34

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