Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home
Posted by michelle w.
If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you? Photographers, artists, poets: show us MOVING.
Oceans song first lullaby
Rugged tides your first embrace
The mountains quietly watchful
In all their perfect grace
Only a river runs through them
A memory cannot erase
To love only to leave
But knowing no disgrace
Traveling here and settling there
One day gone without a trace
Leaving smiles, not promises
Strength like leather, a heart like lace
Drink it in, breath it’s life
To see as much, sets your pace
Don’t plants roots to watch them wither
The thrill is in the sun you chase
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