Home
Surrounded by a white front porch
decorated with rocking chairs and empty mugs
a house becomes a home
a wooden gate overlooks a long dusty lane
of falling leaves and golden oaks
sheltered from cold north winds
families make a house a home
Copyright © Jim Joyce | Year Posted 2023
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