Home to me is a place far away,
A place were I can be happy.
Home is the feel of a strong summer breeze,
Wrapping around me.
Home is the smell of new flowers,
Fresh from the field.
Home to me is the ocean beneath my feet,
Sending a chill trough my body.
Home can be right out side,
Or can be many mile’s away.
All I know of my trough home,
Is that you will be waiting,
By the big gold gates for me to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem.......l liked it so much. Somewhat near to my poem 'MY Village'.........10