Home – John Le Gay Brereton

“Where shall we dwell?” say you.
Wandering winds reply:
“In a temple with roof of blue
— Under the splendid sky.”

Never a nobler home
We’ll find though an age we try
Than is arched by the azure dome
Of the all-enfolding sky.

Here we are wed, and here
We live under God’s own eye.
“Where shall we dwell,” my dear?
Under the splendid sky.

Poem – Home

A home above the year’s seasons
home of children animals and apples
a square of empty space
under an absent star

home was the telescope of childhood
the skin of emotion
a sister’s cheek
branch of a tree

the cheek was extinguished by flame
the branch crossed out by a shell
over the powdery ash of the nest
a song of homeless infantry

home is the die of emotion
home is the cube of childhood

the wing of a burned sister

leaf of a dead tree

Home – Cody Peck

Everyone Wants it, everyone yearns it, 

yet not everyone gets it, 

not everyone earns it. 

For you’re in the backyard, 

and there is also the shed, 

the place where you’re beat, 

the place where you’re whipped. 

But everyone wants home, 

everyone hates the shed, 

for the homeowner never wanted a shed, 

he only wanted a home, 

but the people in the backyard, 

they forced it, 

forced the shed, 

for they don’t like it, 

but it’s where they belong. 

the home, the perfect place, 

the shed, the misfits fate.