Shack on a Hill. National Poetry Writing Month Day 28.

A House and Home.
A House and Home.

Home is where we grow up. Where our loved ones will always wait for us. Where the welcome is strongest. Yet it is also an abstract, a place in our mind made up of memories, people, loved ones and some small, valued object perhaps. Here’s to that place, solid or not, that will always be home.


Shack on a Hill.

It Might be raining soon,
but the roof still works
and the walls may not be straight
but they hold back the wind
and the windows are tired
though they let in the light
and the door is askew
but we always welcome visitors
and floor creaks with each person
walking from table to chair
which is all the better today
because its raining outside.

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