Home Sweet Home Poem by Paul Reed

Your bricks and mortar
Stand ragged but proud
As you wait for me to come home,
Not knowing where I am
But loyally you wait
Wherever I might roam;

Your front door
Greets me with open arms
Welcomes me joyfully back,
Then closes behind me
The end of the line for the world
On it's outside track;

Your roof defies the rain
With aging tiles
Shielding each one of us below,
Keeping our laughter safe
Held in beneath
Absorbing the moon-glow;

And the garden
My magic place
My haven of peace and hope,
At one with nature
Restoring our minds
So that we may cope.