March 19, 2008
By Anton Sanders, Penn Valley, CA

My Home has no windows
No walls or a door
My Home has no rooms or closets
Nor does it have a form

Home is where I go to sleep
Beneath the stars and in the shade
Home is where I get away
But Home is not a place

My Home has no front yard
No back yard or a basement
It only has an attic
Where everything is kept
Just in case

My Home is everywhere
It's nowhere, and with you
My Home is always where I want to be
My Home is always new

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