The home left Behind

I was homesick for a home I left behind.

When I wandered over the horizon long ago.

I was homesick til I found a home in a dale,

where the babies cried and fat tongues wagged,

and I went out each day to make my way.

 

And then one day I sat and thought,

I'm surrounded by friends, I'm not alone.

I might be here. I might be there.

But my heart is still and I am home.

Christopher H. Holte