Homes

I admit it, I'm a homebody.
This pandemic hasn't changed my lifestyle much at all. I hated to go out before.
I hate to go out now.
I wrote this song for the play: The Three (Plus a Few) Little Pigs a year ago.
It tugs at my heart today.
I offer it today for Poetry Monday: Home.
Picture the little piggies and wolves singing it!

Here in this world are many different houses you can see,

There are houses on the ground and there are houses in the trees,

And some float on the water and some others are of stone.

One thing they have in common is that each is someone’s home.

Cause in this world, there’s nothing like your home,

It welcomes every day, be it on land or sea or foam.

Like a hug, it wraps around you as you step inside the door,

Yes, there’s nothing like a place to call your own.

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts...
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you've read what we have wrought...
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Jenny, Charlotte and Mimi are also participating.
Take a little jaunt over and see what they've done with the topic!

Next week, it's time for shows and tells,
Cause we'll all be discussing 'Smells'!