Poem of the Day

March 9, 2010

Someplace Be Home

How long I’ve waited
Someplace be home
Where all of the elders could see
How I’ve grown

Within minute’s reach
The playgrounds of youth
Places of fantasy
Failure and truth

And all of the faces I’d known through the years
Who welcomed my triumphs and bathed in my tears
Yes I’d live my life so happy within
The golden enclosure of all that I’ve been

A pleasure of warmth
A pleasure familiar
A lesson of roots
And of time standing still here

A comforting notion of loving connections
Marvelous feelings and glowing affections

To I and my small ones
A place such as this
Where e’er we may go
A place we’d be missed

And holding so warmly
All that we’ve known

A place for the ages
A place we’d call

Home

Unless otherwise noted, all poetry written by Bill White