John Squires Poet Rhyme

Being Home

We flew in planes, we traveled to countries far away
To places unfamiliar yet interesting to stay
It is wonderful to travel but comfort waits at home
We are blessed to finally be at peace when we cease to roam
Lay back and watch the snow or rain and be without a care
Home is where we stop and rest; there’s truly comfort there
Those without a home just sigh and long for peace and rest
Where they can find a shelter and be among the blessed

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Leo Larry Amadore January 31, 2015 at 12:50 AM Yes...there is much truth in the old adages about home...

Laura Leiser January 30, 2015 at 5:43 PM A happy, peaceful home is a great blessing indeed! Nicely done. John Squires January 31, 2015 at 12:26 PM Thank you for your comment Laura and blessings to you.

Mark J. Halliday January 30, 2015 at 5:37 PM Having been a soldier for 20 years; deployed to the Balkans and southwest Asia; stationed or schooled or en route through probably a dozen states....I heartily concur. It was nice living in Europe though, but it's comforting to be finally settled for a while. John Squires January 31, 2015 at 12:28 PM Thanks Mark. We travel quite a bit and it is always a relief to be back home even if the trip was good. Blessings to you.