Coming Home. Poem by Fay Slimm

Wordswoth says, 'But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home.' CP

Home is within the Self. All voyage brings us there. To be aware of welcome home is always home and this is beautiful imagination from poet.....10 rad mine a place called....home bound and anywhere

home is home wherever one goes he longs to go back home in reality and in death lovely poem dear Fay a tenner for you anjali

Home is where your heart is, where little nick knacks dwell familiar things, a picture brings, mementoes cupboards swell its lovely to go on holiday, but towards the end you cannot wait to be back home, cos your home is like a friend

Wherever we travel throughout the world one place remains special in our hearts and that is home. A very beautiful poem Fay. Best wishes, Andrew

nice cognitive metaphor: ''Home is within the Self.'' wonderful psychoanalytic poem....10++++

The Sun, the moon, the stars, the sand and the sea, brought me to where, I belong.........home.

I liked the crispness of this one fay - 10

Peace can be found in these words you have expressed in this write. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. Scott

a nice poem...home sweet home nothing can compare...its always a wondeful feeling in coming home...10