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        WE ARE HOME
Have you ever thought at last we are home,
After a trip and for a day or two did roam,
After a hard time at work at school to say
We are home and for a while want to stay.

Home springs to mind a thousand things to me,
First, as a child and planting an apple tree
In the back garden, wanting fruit right away.
Feeding every poor cat and dog that did stray.

The gate that squeaked, steps polished red,
The slightly tilting battered funny garden shed,
Two or three milk bottles by the front door,
Rose bushes and gran’s seat made of Valores.

Now homes are different with life’s changes,
Come in many sizes and colour of all ranges,
But love is the keyword, whatever the size,
One of the worlds needed and greatest prize.

Home is for honour, honesty, happiness feel,
Harmony, humour and a place to help heal,
A harbour and shelter where hurt fades away,
We are home means safety where all can stay.

Come to our home and there love does abide,
Where from the turmoil and trouble we can hide,
Be refreshed and new strength and energy gain
To fight the good fight with a will once again.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 25 January 2004