A House a Hut
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When I was a child, I often heard my mother speak of the "old home place" on the mountain in Virginia. When my father died, she went back to Virginia, bought a small house, with property, that looked, unobstructed, to the Blue Ridge mountains, and the Skyline Drive. She was home.
A House A Hut
By Franklin Price
2/19/2017
A house, a hut, a small abode
A mansion down a winding road
A mountain cabin in the air
A farmhouse old and kept with care
A penthouse high on cityscape
A sea side cottage on the cape
Plantation home with columns high
A Fifth wheel RV passing by
A gated complex, guards outside
Within these more and more reside
A hotel room, for when we roam
We live in each, not always home
Home is where the heart resides
Where love and hope and strength abides
Where family and friends can come
Where we live now, or started from
Home is much a state of mind
In memories, we each can find,
A place of peace and comfort there
With ones, we know, who always care
That's what a home is all about,
Not the structure, have no doubt,
Where love and peace and friends abound
When we are there, then home we've found.
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017
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