A Place Called Home

A Place Called Home

A Poem by John Bailey
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Sights and feelings in the home, around the year.

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Spring air, delightful glow, oh the times from a place called home.

So warming so unique, the summer grass tickles beneath my feet.

Crisp air, leaves of fall, racking up leaves big and small.

Brisk; frigid nights, decking the halls, children crowding neighborhood malls.

Oh the times from a place called home.

 

© 2011 John Bailey


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Added on April 22, 2011
Last Updated on April 22, 2011
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John Bailey
John Bailey

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada