traveler (Remove filter)
Home is ....?
Is that our home, there, where we hang our hats?
There, where we boil our eggs and stroke the cat?
Knowing each cranny of our ingle nook
We turn the pages of our well thumbed book.
Home, sweet home!, yet, there is still an unease.
Cat-like it comes, our peace to paw and tease.
Close the castle door! Put the kettle on!
This is my chez-moi!, - for, how ever long?
We stand at...
Sunday 12th May 2019 8:12 pm
Recent Comments
Stephen Gospage on Forgive, Not Forget
9 hours ago
Hélène on We Rise
12 hours ago
Tom Doolan on In Your Arms
14 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Return to Waterloo
16 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on One thing becomes another
17 hours ago
Mike Bartram on 'Baby Bear'
17 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Forgive, Not Forget
19 hours ago
Naomi on THE CRACK IN THE SHELL
20 hours ago
Naomi on THE CRACK IN THE SHELL
20 hours ago
K. Lynn on We Rise
20 hours ago