A Place Called HomeA Poem by John BaileySights and feelings in the home, around the year.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 Tags: A place called home, spring air, home, brisk, halls, place. Previous Versions |