When the hill comes into view. <br />I see the great roof top. <br />And all the memories trapped within, <br />I feel my lost childhood. <br /> <br />Buried deep beneath the ground. <br />My childhood toys were lost. <br />And light it feels to me, <br />as if it's closer than the dark.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-childhood-home-i-see-again-2/
