Wherever I roam through the countries and towns,
if a week or an hour or a year,
my heart doesn’t stray from the place that I love;
my home will always be here.
Through the thunder and hail or the sun-seekers’ heat
or the rain serenading its beat,
or the fog out to sea or a rainbow’s rich glow,
nothing, but home, can compete.To the pyramid’s point or the rain forest’s den,
from the mountain’s fine carpet of snow…
to the palm tree oasis, the waterfall’s spray:
“home” is the place I will go.The riding of horses, canoeing at speed
or skiing the slalom on ice,
to sipping sweet cocktails on balmy hot sands,
relaxing at home would be nice.So offer me planes and the high life and more,
the speed boats and jet-skis of fun;
a hot air balloon or Ferrari to thrill,
“home” is my real Number One…
© Nicky Clifford 2016