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The journey, long, at last is o’er, safely I stand before the door of those four walls I call sweet home, a simple place. For when I roam home calls, a map within my heart, not unlike a seafarer’s chart, a guiding star, beckoning beam, whispering softly like a dream reminding of its happy charms enveloping, like loving arms. When I am sent away from you, dear home, my life tasks to pursue, I sense your pleasant spaces, all, indoors and outdoors sweetly call. I will return to your sweet pay, treasures banked for reunion day. March 30, 2022 Theme: Home Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest Constance La France, Sponsor