Original Poems

Home

 Home is the place,

where I belong,

where there's a face,

and a welcoming song,

Home is a time,

full of love,

with curtains of lime,

and the sound of a dove,

Home is a person,

that you want to be with,

whether in Cardston,

or the place of the fifth,

Home is a feeling,

of gratitude and happiness,

and there's no telling,

of it's trueness,

It's there,

always waiting,

through weather fair,

or when it's hailing,

always warm,

never cold,

full of charm,

never old.