Homeless
What have I to do with houses?
Soot and smoke a chimney causes;
Walls of wood shut Nature out;
Floors of stone cause ache and gout.
Door and window, wall and gate,
Lock and key, a prison make.
Free soul, what is a house to me?
Home is where we choose to be.
Yet wood and stone have power to start
A longing in my human heart,
And dreams of home involve a door
That I stand, deed in hand, before,
And wake myself with shout and din
And bellowing, to be let in.
Page 12 (copyright 2001 Joanne R. Cage)
2nd prize, State, 1998
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