[NicknamedBob]

I thought you'd never ask! (It's one of my favorites too.)


Home

I’ve never been far South enough to stand,
Where shadows melt in puddles ‘stead of roamin’.
Even when the Sun had journeyed Northward,
It’s noontime high still made of me a gnomon.

Not much of a worldwide traveler am I,
I’ve only traipsed around one continent.
Not that I haven’t had the wanderlust,
I think it’s safe to blame time management.

Too often I found places, that felt like home to me.
Where hearts could put down roots,
And in the sun, and wind, and rain,
My branches sent out shoots.

So I grew quite attached to them,
And stayed around a while.
And that’s why many a year went by,
While I journeyed not a mile.

I do not worry about it,
My travels come to me.
I get a lot of mileage from,
The spinning skies I see.

Turtles and snails have their homes with them,
Whether moving or lying still.
I have my home resting on my back,
As I lie on a grassy hill.

NickamedBob . . . . . . May 23, 2005

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

That is beautiful. I have never had a place like that. Maybe that is what all the traveling is about. I am still looking for a place that feelis like home.