Home From Home Poem by David Harris

Under a baking sun I wander
around the place I call
my home from home.
Where all my worries disappear
within the arms of friendship.
Where all my troubles
fade away from view.
Where ideas embrace me
as I sit and watch everything.
My home from home
where the air is clear
and tormenting sounds
are not allowed.
Where peace and calm inherit all,
animals and people.
It is the paradise we all seek,
but I have been fortunate to find it
in a place I call home from home.



4 July 2015