Home Is Where Poem by Juan Olivarez

Home is where the heart is,
Iv'e often heard it said.
The place that in your heart you miss,
And leaving makes you sad.

My heart resides all over,
Though it has a constant home.
On Texas highways adorned in clover,
It never seems it's quite alone.

My heart resides in the Great Southwest,
On the Mojave's burning sands.
But to Galveston Isle it holds as fast,
Down where the Gulf joins with the land.

And home is in the south so deep,
Down close to Mexico.
Down there my heart can rest and sleep,
And always yearns to go.

7/8/13 Alton Texas