Home Sweet Home
Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 3:16 pm
Not Home-work, but this popped into my mind for some reason.
Home Sweet Home
I was sitting with the Missus when the thought first crossed my mind,
that there’s nothing quite as peaceful that a bloke like me could find.
No, this place is not palatial with a golden painted dome,
just a simple house and garden that I’m proud to call my home.
I had just returned from somewhere and was resting out the back,
looking out across the small domain, of our suburban shack;
with contentment slowly seeping through my aging weary bones,
from a lifetime of hard yakka, working far off arid zones.
There is something extra special here or so it seems to me,
when I’m seeking private refuge, there’s no place I’d rather be.
As you walk in through the front door, worries seem to melt away,
I have often thought of moving, but perhaps I’d better stay.
© T.E. Piggott
Home Sweet Home
I was sitting with the Missus when the thought first crossed my mind,
that there’s nothing quite as peaceful that a bloke like me could find.
No, this place is not palatial with a golden painted dome,
just a simple house and garden that I’m proud to call my home.
I had just returned from somewhere and was resting out the back,
looking out across the small domain, of our suburban shack;
with contentment slowly seeping through my aging weary bones,
from a lifetime of hard yakka, working far off arid zones.
There is something extra special here or so it seems to me,
when I’m seeking private refuge, there’s no place I’d rather be.
As you walk in through the front door, worries seem to melt away,
I have often thought of moving, but perhaps I’d better stay.
© T.E. Piggott