James Dukes | + Follow Poet |
Rhyme | + Fav Poem | Comment | Email | Print |

The Places We Call Home

In concrete jungles with hustling crowds and throngs, 
Or where a quiet countryside, meets golden rays of sun, 
The places we call home are, each individually unique, 
Holding full years of happiness with heartfelt mystique.

Be it a humble little cottage nestled close by the shore, 
With gentle waves, that caress white sand forevermore, 
In its cozy little nook, there is complete solace and peace, 
Where all of your anxiety and worries dissipate and cease.

Maybe a bustling borough of a metropolis’s grand design, 
Where tall skyscrapers reach up toward heaven, sublime, 
In the biggest of places where we chase after our dreams, 
Where diversity and culture cascade like mighty streams.

Or a hillbilly’s cabin, high up in a mountain’s cool embrace, 
Where trees and birds are united with tranquility and grace, 
In the heart of nature, where we seek and find lost serenity, 
The places where we reconnect, with our true self-identity.

A childhood home, with its stories, and memories of ole, 
Where trite fairy tales and laughter are woven and retold, 
In its warm, familiar  walls, family values were firmly set, 
The places where time cannot erase, nor ever truly forget.

The places that we call home, in all of their different forms, 
Hold the essence of our lives amid, the toils and the storms, 
No matter where we may ramble, never mind where we roam, 
The places we cherish most will always be home sweet home.

“Home is where the heart repose,” so let us honor each place, 
With charity and affection, while our heart’s desire we chase, 
While looking for your heart’s desire is tiring, scary, and hard, 
That’s why you shouldn’t look further than your own backyard.

Please Login to post a comment