Interpretation Of 'Home' Poem by sabrina davies

You'd think I'd call my home a place like
'Gun Hill Road' or an 'apartment'
but I'm different.

If I were to dream of a home
it would be somewhere I could come in and out
as I please.

Somewhere I could gaze at the light-blue sky
on the softest grass
and feel the breeze twistle
through my fingers and eyelashes.

Somewhere people could be themselves,
where people could get along everyday
and have dreams that come true.

Somewhere there are immortal plains
and animals that roam freely.

I would also dream of a home
where violence or politics wouldn't come across
the minds of the young and the old.

This place is a part of my dreams,
I hope…
No, I believe, it will come true.