Home

Home is an idea
Beyond mere halls
And a place to lay
Needs no walls.

I’ve my shoulder
For a pillow
And for my blanket
A wispy willow.

I wash my face
In a cold stream river
And brew my coffee
To fend the shivers.

I’ve a fire inside
That needs no hearth
And for my floorboards
I have the earth.

The early songbirds
Are my rousing clock
And for my friends
The southbound flock.

My front yard faces
The western range
And my backyard
Cities wild and strange.

I wear the land
The corn and wheat
As cover for my bones
Hair to feet.

Shed no tear for me.
Do not think me poor.
Everywhere you stand
Is my porch and door.