Lincoln's Verses About His Old Home

[LincolnMan]

I appreciate this bit of poetry from Lincoln. It especially came to mind a few years ago as I sat in my parked car looking at my vacant abandoned childhood home in Detroit. It was indeed sad. But in my mind's eye I still imagined the house and the neighborhood the way it was fifty years ago- clean, vital, and safe. The tree that I used to climb is still there but too big to ever climb now- and I'm too old to attempt. The house is now torn down. I do wonder what will be there fifty years from now?