Home is a place,
where you have your dreams.
Home is a place,
where you house your things.
Home is a place,
where you can always return.
Home is a place,
where you can grow and learn.
Home is a place,
where you can go to rest.
Home is a place,
where you feel your best.
Home is a place,
where you can face your fears.
Home is a place,
where the people care.
Home is a place,
you may call your own.
Home is a place,
where you can be alone.
Your home may change from here to there
but it has the same meaning everywhere.
Cindy Stebbins
Author notes
i've travel to many places and this is what i've learned about home
Written June 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- closed by honey bear.
300 points, ended June 12, 2006, 14 entries
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Very cute. It seems like a poem that should be hung up in everyone's house. =) Very well written.
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Oh, so true, and what a great write, Cindy!!! You must have a magic pen, that, of course, has magic ink. You write with magic at your fingertips.
Anyway, AWESOME poem, I think you could get it published. Just go poetry.com and enter the contest!!! Who knows? You COULD win!!! You seem like you would be a good friend, also. Do you want to be friends, or maybe part of my AP family? You could be my AP aunt? Anyway, I am here to talk about the poem, I always get thrown off track. Poem: Great, Poet: AMAZING!!! It is supposed to be the poem I am rating, not the author, but I just had to say that. Good poem, keep it up, and keep the magic ink flowing from the magic pen at your magic fingertips!... lol. GREAT poem. I'm sure you could win the contest with it... wait, it's over.... DID you win? You have a gold trophy. I only have a bronze, but I feel like I just won the world cup of poetry or something, because this was my FIRST trophy, and I just couldn't get happier. Keep bringing in the trophies, keep bringing in the poetry. SMILES!!! and God Bless! > ~ <
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home is where your heart is..... iv realised that over the years, even when my ex and i broke up i still regarded her place as my home. when i moved in with my ex Master, our 'house' never felt like a home to me. now that i am living with my girlfriend (yes i have a very interesting life) i know that i am going home every night.
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very good
an exelent write my friend ,thank you for sharing this with us it certainly is a wonderfull piece




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