Where Is Home

Is it white with green shutters
Does it have a picket fence
and a gnarled hooker oak
with a tree house for my son

Is there a porch at home
with a rocker and a cat
Do the neighbors ever
ask your name -- or care

You see, I must find home
before winter so I can sow
a garden full of daffodils
and stay to watch them grow

I'd raise a goat, a friend
or two, and never be alone
Then, in fifty years -- or so
I can die -- at home


~photo & text by leh