as the road is plowed . either direction invites . but one way is home
there are some places . visited for the first time . that just feel like home
when winter wind cuts through me like a sharpened knife i know i am home
it’s the idea not the buildings as to why we call someplace home
a place is a thought for those who never visit for others, it’s home
without exploring we never truly achieve a true sense of home
one cannot compare one’s home to another place since each is unique
the place we call home is a state of mind that we can find on a map
our home is the place where we store the life that makes our lives worth living
there’s alway something that has become your landmark and welcomes you home