The Feel of Home
There are many exotic places,
Where I would sometimes like to be.
And there are many interesting faces,
That I think I’d like someday to see.
Perhaps a tour of the Emerald Isle,
Or possibly, cruise the deep blue sea.
But mainly just to see a friendly smile,
that is directed warmly at me.
But none is I think ever so nice,
wherever I may find to roam,
that has the heady,scented, spice
and joyful warmth of home.
A next door neighbor of old,
Or a friend acquired anew.
They seem like such a familiar mold,
People that I’m very glad I knew.
For there is something on the street,
where I happily now reside.
It is at times a rhythmic beat,
as regular as the evening tide.
I feel the ebb and flow of years,
as many neighbors come and go.
And I share with them hopes and fears,
as we draw comfort in each other’s glow.
And many,many years from now,
I hope they will say to me.
It seems a pleasant way some how,
That what we are, came so easily to be.
-Joseph Xavier Martin
