The Journey Home
A place to keep me warm, a space to keep me safe.
Maybe it’s not cozy, maybe it’s not protective. Still it’s
With painted walls, or not at all.
With hardwood floors, and fancy doors,
Or crumbly dirt, but forevermore, a
A house, a shack, a mansion,
Or an apartment tall.
Perhaps it’s big, or in-between,
Or teeny-tiny small.
But in it’s walls is
There’s no place like home, said Dorothy,
And wise she was indeed.
She got what she wanted and got what she needs
To find love, happiness, laughter, and peace.
But found courage and hope along the way,
Of her dangerous quest before she could say,
For who wouldn’t travel across the land,
Through frozen ground and dunes of sand,
To find the feeling