Home
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
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2022
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