Poem One: Home
Home, is where home is,
Where one's life begins,
Where one's life too ends.
Home, is where home is.
A place of joy,
Yet strangely coy,
For it tells us not,
What it is.
What are you, home?
A place so mysterious,
Yet a place so joyous,
And strangely: A place of happiness.
Perhaps Home is a word.
It is a word.
Perhaps it has a meaning.
It has no meaning.
My home is here,
Your home is there.
Home, is where the home is,
Where the House is.
House Windgardens is a home.
House Windgardens is my home.
I find my food there,
And my food finds me there.
For House Windgardens is Home.
For Home is House Windgardens.
That is my home.
Where is yours?
