I am home, I recognize,
This place I wont jeopardize.
With spider plant,
The odd house ant,
And neighbours buzzing over lawns.
The street out front,
Bares the grunt,
Of people passing by.
Walking dogs,
Taking jogs.
Whatever weather.
The milder the better.
Yes this is home,
I cant deny.
I lay my head,
I rest my bones.
I love my home.
I stay here, home today instead.
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There is no place like home and although this poem seems literal in a sense it may be taken metaphorically as well. Nicely done
Thank you for your comments as always Sorrenbarett. I continue to learn with each one.
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