Home Poem by Sylvia Thomas

The grass is greener on the other side,
That's always what they say.

Pixie dust on flower gardens,
Angel Wings of flighted dreams.

Adventures and discoveries,
Waiting for you to pass by.

That's when you realise,
Pixies and Angels, all that and more,

They're just a memory, a new discovery,
Nothing more.

What's inside,
is what you really want to find.

Kith and Kin,
Teachers and Pets,

They're in the place,
Where Love is all around,

They're in the place,
Where your dreams start,

They're in the place,
Where your story ends,

They're in the place,
You call Home.