Home Sweet Home (1) Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Far into the Northern desert I wandered, so lost
The thought of one place kept running in the vein of my thinking.

To the Southern abode I flew for refuge, but
The sight of one place never vanquishes from the life of my seeing.

Seeking the hand of the Eastern Wind for relief and lo
That feeling of one place never dies from the marrows of my senses.

So I joined the retinue of the Western expedition for company, yet
The circulation of one place still flow through the arteries of my blood.

And now the realization that, no matter how far you go and run,
One place remains the best always in mind; home sweet home