Where’s home

Where do ye call home,

For home will always draw from a deep well,

It’ll be there when one needs,

When one wants it,

To lead one home,

To find the heart to ones soul amongst friends and family,

And those long remembered

In not forgotten tales to our youth and rampant adventures,

In places that are a part of us,

Which can never be stripped bare from us,

Those be the place/s, we call home

Where with our eyes closed,

One can still see and touch such climbing colours.

8 responses to “Where’s home

  1. My brother and I were doing a little reminiscing about our childhood home recently. This poem touches the part of the heart that finds peace in the place we call home. Home is always a part of us – whether past or present. Very nice!

  2. A lovely poem, what I needed to read today being so far from home. “In places that are a part of us, Which can never be stripped bare from us…” I think this is very true, as I often say that memories and education can never be taken from us. What wonderful gifts these two things truly are.

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