BE LIKE HOME
There are places where you live that will always be home,
And places that you pass through when all around you roam,
You know you could live there happy as can be.
Some out of the way places, nature at it’s best, feel free,
But then you get to thinking of family and friends you miss,
If only they could all come and be the best part of this
Sweet paradise, this quiet home where nature shows her best,
Then maybe we could settle down, and with family rest.
Although I can call many such places home, it cannot be,
For it means being too many miles away from loving family.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 21, 2002