Sylvia Thomas

Rookie (Los Angeles)

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.


Comments about Home by Sylvia Thomas

  • Geoff Warden (1/4/2007 11:20:00 AM)

    An' thy walls of home which fortress the innate stand no chance of stance against
    the winds of this rite.....well done...
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  • Muhammad Shanazar (12/30/2006 12:44:00 AM)

    A nice depiction of home, go ahead, a nice piece of work, take care.
    Muhammad Shanazar
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010


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