Poem : Coming Home

Home is where the heart
Home is where we lie
Home is where we live our lives
Home is where we die

Home is what we call the place
From where we issue from
Home is where our loved ones live
Home’s where we belong

Home is not a puzzle box
Home is not a question
Home is just a state of mind
Home is a suggestion

Home is what you make of it
A prairie or a prison
Home is where your thoughts come from
Where all ideas are risen

Home is where desires form
Home is life’s direction
Home is where we first rebel
(A toddler insurrection)

Home is where we return to,
From where we rarely roam,
Home is that place that we love
There is no place like home

Originally Posted 11/1/2016

Result - Joint 2nd Place
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Published on January 11, 2016 14:58
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