H O M E

I'M GOING HOME - IT'S THE CLOSE OF DAY,
My troubles are packed - all cares fade away;
My thoughts turn to someone I know I shall see,
With a smile that says "Welcome", she'll wait
       there for me.

As I journey along the old road once more,
And make for my cottage - and humble door,
My work and my worries are left far behind,
Even trees and the hedges seem to be kind.

The twinkling lights down the old winding street,
And the cobblestones sounding to every foot-beat,
The lazy smoke curling from chimneys again,
All speak of contentment - no fretting - or strain.

Just a few more steps - I shall reach my desire,
Then, cosy slippers - my chair by the fire;
The comfort and warmth make my dreams all
       seem true,
Especially when Someone is sitting there too.

I'm weary and tired with life's daily grind,
As I enter the door I leave them behind;
How good to be back in this haven of rest,
It's "HOME", and tho' humble, the place I
       love best.