Home Poem by Beatrice Preti

i've never known a home i fly
just like a bird above the world and i
see cities flutter and blow away but
i'm just a stranger, no place to stay.
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do you know some place to go for people
just like me? we aren't tied down to
anything, so we can just fly free! But
i can't help but dream
somehow
of what it would be like to have a
place to call my own so i could say
"Look! I'm home! "
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Wouldn't that be something?
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and I wouldn't be a stranger, no, they
would understand me. and we would
get along so well, like one big happy
family. and it would be so strange, i
think, to be accepted as their own.
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but i am just a flying bird
no place to call my home