There is a place called “Home”

There is a place called “home,”

Over those valleys and hills,

Over the lush green mountains,

Beautiful river, that flows beneath,

Far away but unceasingly near,

Keeping in need, my heart so dear.

 

There is a place called “home,”

Where my parents live,

And my neighbours dwell,

With laughter unforgettable,

And memories unshakable,

With true waves of love and care.

 

There is a place called “home,”

Where children sing and hymn,

Tune of spring and the school rhyme,

Toils of day and farmers way,

Happiness, and peace on another day,

All odds driven out, needless to say.

 

There is a place called “home,”

Where children’s play whole day long,

Finding a path that will lead them along,

A place to build, a place to feel,

Secure under the fold of precious arms,

A way to go and a way to guide.

 

*Missing dearly, a place called “Home.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “There is a place called “Home”

  1. Catie Eliza says:

    Ah, home,. Where the heart is… a place of safety and family, You capture the things we miss so well, but it’s joyful too, good to have people and places you love so dearly. :] xx

  2. Tashi says:

    Yeah there is place called “home” where everyone thrive in harmony……….thank you for bringing back those memories vividly here……i too miss my home………

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