Home is a field of meadow grass
and a V of geese inked in the sky.
It’s quiet birdsong
It’s a country lane and a red barn.
Home is white peace
and pieces from yesteryear.
Home is a fireside hearth
and wide open space.
It’s the Eastern dawn in the morn
and the stars twinkling their goodnight song.
Home is the fresh smell of farmland
and sparkling chandelier.
It’s the gathering of those I love most
and the feeling I get when
we’re all together at last.
Home is here.
Home is now.
Close your eyes for a moment and think of your home. What does it feel like? Smell like? Taste like? What are all the little things that makes home meaningful to you? Consider writing about your home in a poem, a letter, or a paragraph in your journal. Let your home come alive on the page and it will come alive in your heart…